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The world slowed to the beat of an ancient, ageless drum.Celaena behold the room.The blood was everywhere.Before the bed, Nehemia's bodyguards lay with their throats cut from ear to ear, their internal organs spilling out onto the floor.And on the bed ... On the bed ... She could hear the shouts growing closer, reaching the room, but their words were somehow muffled, as though she were underwater, the sounds coming from the surface above.Celaena stood in the center of the freezing bedroom, gazing at the bed, and the princess's broken body atop it.Nehemia was dead. By Sarah J. Maas Bed Ear Nehemia Ancient Ageless

Your prince has moved on, my queen has moved on. But you have not. And it will cost you By Sarah J. Maas Moved Prince Queen Cost

There was no escaping his crown. Or his father, who would behead Sorscha, burn her, and scatter her ashes to the wind if he found out she'd helped him. His father, whom his friends were now working to destroy. They had lied to him and ignored him for that cause. Because he was a danger, to them, to Sorscha, and - By Sarah J. Maas Sorscha Father Crown Escaping Burn

Aelin braced her forearms on the bar, crossing one ankle over the other. "Hello, Tern." Arobynn's second in command-or he had been two years ago. A vicious, calculating little prick who had always been more than eager to do Arobynn's dirty work. "I figured it was only a matter of time before one of Arobynn's dogs sniffed me out." Tern flashed a too-bright smile. "If memory serves, you were always his favorite bitch. By Sarah J. Maas Arobynn Aelin Bar Crossing Tern

But Celaena had stood in front of the that wooden door to the bedroom, listening to Yrene wash her clothes in the nearby kitchen. She found herself unable to turn away, unable to stop thinking about the would-be healer with the brown-gold hair and caramel eyes, of what Yrene had lost and how helpless she'd become. There were so many of them now - the children who had lost everything to Adarlan. Children who had now grown into assassins and barmaids, without a true place to call home, their native kingdoms left to ruin and ash.Magic had been gone all these years. And the gods were dead, or simply didn't care anymore. Yet there, deep in her gut, was a small but insistent tug. A tug on a strand of some invisible web. So Celaena decided to tug back, just to see how far and wide the reverberations would go. By Sarah J. Maas Yrene Bedroom Listening Kitchen Celaena

The doors to his father's council room were thrown open and Celaena prowled in, her dark cape billowing behind her. All twenty men at the table fell silent, including his father, whose eyes went straight to the thing dangling from Celaena's hand. Chaol was already striding across the room from his post by the door. But he, too, stopped when he beheld the object she carried.A head.The man's face was still set in a scream, and there was something vaguely familiar about the grotesque feature and mousy brown hair that she gripped. It was hard to be certain as it swung from her gloved fingers. By Sarah J. Maas Celaena Father Council Thrown Open

Tell me your deepest secret," she said softly ... After a long moment, he spoke. "The only secret I've borne my entire life is that I love you." He gave her a slight smile. "It was the one thing I believed I'd go to the grave without voicing." His eyes were so full of light that their loveliness almost stopped her heart. By Sarah J. Maas Softly Deepest Secret Moment Spoke

You're my equal. And as much as that means we have each other's backs in public, it also means we that grant each other the gift of honesty - of truth. By Sarah J. Maas Equal Public Honesty Truth Backs

Maeve had lied. Or lied by omission. But she knew. She knew what the girl had gone through-knew she'd been a slave. That day-that day early on, he'd threatened to whip the girl, gods above. And she had lost it. He'd been such a proud fool that he'd assumed she'd lashed out because she was nothing more than a child. He should have known better-should have known that when she did react to something like that, it meant the scars went deep. And then there were the other things he'd said ... By Sarah J. Maas Lied Maeve Knew Girl Omission

A feral smile, and he grabbed her by the chinnot hard enough to hurt, but to get her to look at him. "First thing," he breathed, "we're not friends. I'm still training you, and that means you're still under my command." the flicker of hurt must have shown, because he leaned closer, his grip tightening on her jaw. "Secondwhatever we are, whatever this is? I'm still figuring it out, too. So if I'm going to give you the space you deserve to sort yourself out, then you can damn well give it to me. By Sarah J. Maas Smile Feral Grabbed Chinnot Hard

You're still lovely," Mor said a bit gently.Elain offered a half smile. "I suppose that war makes wanting things like that unimportant."Mor was quiet for a heartbeat. "Perhaps. But you should not let war steal it from you regardless. By Sarah J. Maas Mor Lovely Smile Bit Gentlyelain

My eyes burned, and I blinked as I faced the books. "And I suppose," I said with an effort at lightness, "That it's a miracle I can actually read these things."Rhys's answering smile was lovely - and just a bit wicked. "I believe my little lessons helped.""Yes, 'Rhys is the greatest lover a female can hope for' is undoubtedly how I learned to read.""I was only trying to tell you what you now know. By Sarah J. Maas Rhys Burned Books Eyes Blinked

I cast a look at where Rhys still remained sprawled on the cushions, watching us with raised brows. "For someone who was just dead," I said tightly, "you seem remarkably relaxed."Rhys smirked. "I'm glad you're bouncing back to your usual spirits, Feyre darling."Drakon snorted, and took my hands, squeezing them as tightly as his mate had. "What he doesn't want to tell you, my lady, is that he's so damn old he can't stand up right now."I whirled to Rhys. "Are you - ""Fine, fine," Rhys said, waving a hand, even as he groaned a bit. "Though perhaps now you see why I didn't bother visiting these two for so long. They're terribly cruel to me. By Sarah J. Maas Rhys Fine Cushions Watching Brows

Rhys casually released me with a flick of his tongue over my bottom lip as a crowd of High Fae appeared behind Amarantha and chimed in with her laughter. Rhysand gave them a lazy, self-indulgent grin and bowed. But something sparked in the queen's eyes as she looked at Rhysand. Amarantha's whore, they'd called him. By Sarah J. Maas High Fae Rhys Laughter Amarantha

She had looked at that cottage with hope; I had looked at it with nothing but hatred. And I knew which one of us had been stronger. By Sarah J. Maas Looked Hope Hatred Cottage Stronger

God afternoon," I said cheerfully, with an especially saccharine smile for the High Lord. He blinked at me, and both of the faerie men murmured their greetings as I took a seat across from Lucien, not my usual place facing Tamlin. I drank deeply from my goblet of water before piling food on my plate. I savored the tense silence as I consumed the meal before me. "You look ... refreshed," Lucien observed with a glance at Tamlin. I shrugged. "Sleep well?""Like a babe." I smiled as him and took another bite of food, and felt Lucien's eyes travel inexorably to my neck."What is that bruise?" Lucien demanded. I pointed my fork to Tamlin. "Ask him, he did it."Lucien looked from Tamlin to me and then back again. "Why does Feyre have a bruise on her neck from you?" he asked with no small amount of amusement. "I bit her," Tamlin said, not pausing as he cut his steak. "We ran into each other in the hall after the Rite. By Sarah J. Maas Lord High Tamlin Lucien God

He could offer her nothing but the truth. "You will make mistakes. You will make decisions, and sometimes you will regret those choices. Sometimes there won't be a right choice, just the best of several bad options. I don't need to tell you that you can do this - you know you can. I wouldn't have sworn the oath to you if I didn't think you could. By Sarah J. Maas Truth Offer Make Choices Choice

The Mute Master had told her that people dealt with their pain in different ways - that some chose to drown it, some chose to love it, and some chose to let it turn into rage. By Sarah J. Maas Chose Mute Master Rage Told

Murtaugh went on. "Vernon Lochan survived, but only because he was already the king's puppet, after Cal was executed, Vernon seized his brother's mantle as Lord of Perranth. You know what happened to Lady Marion. But we never learned what happened to Elide." Elide - Lord Cal and Lady Marion's daughter and heir, almost a year younger than Aelin. If she were alive, she would be at least seventeen by now. "Lots of children vanished in the initial weeks," Murtaugh finished. Aedion didn't want to think about those too-small graves. By Sarah J. Maas Vernon Lady Marion Murtaugh Cal

I love you," I said. "No matter what she says about it, no matter if it's only with my insignificant human heart. Even when they burn my body, I'll love you. By Sarah J. Maas Love Matter Heart Body Insignificant

I miss you,' she said. 'Every day, I miss you. And I wonder what you would have made of all this. Made of me. I think - I think you would have been a wonderful king. I think they would have liked you more than me, actually.' Her throat tightened. 'I never told you - how I felt. But I loved you, and I think a part of me might always love you. Maybe you were my mate, and I never knew it. Maybe I'll spend the rest of my life wondering about that. Maybe I'll see you again in the Afterworld, and then I'll know for sure. But until then ... until then I'll miss you, and I'll wish you were here. By Sarah J. Maas Miss Made Day Afterworld King

I twisted, my loose clothes sliding over my shoulders, my waist. I hadn't realized how much weight I'd lost. Despite things creeping back to normal. I said, "Don't you have other things to deal with?" "Of course I do," he said, shrugging. "I have so many things to deal with that I'm sometimes tempted to unleash my power across the world and wipe the board clean. Just to buy me some damned peace." He grinned, bowing at the waist. Even that casual mention of his power failed to chill me, awe me. "But I'll always make time for you." I was hungry - I hadn't yet eaten. And that was indeed worry glimmering behind the cocky, insufferable grin. So I motioned him to lead the way to that familiar glass table at the end of the hall. By Sarah J. Maas Things Twisted Shoulders Loose Clothes

Celaena threw her weight into the dagger she held aloft, and gained an inch. His arms strained. She was going to kill him. She truly going to kill him.He made himself look into her eyes, look at the face so twisted with rage that he couldn't find her."Celaena," he said, squeezing her wrists so hard that he hoped the pain registered somewhere- wherever she had gone. But she still wouldn't lossen her grip on the blade. "Celaena, I'm your friend."She stared at him, panting through gritted teeth, her breath coming quicker and quicker before she roared, the sound filling the room, his blood, his world: "You will never be my friend. You will always be my enemy."She bellowed the last word with such soul-deep hated that he felt it like a punch to the gut. She surged again, and he lost his grip on the wrist that held the dagger. The blade plunged down. By Sarah J. Maas Celaena Aloft Inch Threw Weight

I painted stars and the moon and clouds and just endless, dark sky." I finished the sixth, and was well on my way sawing through the seventh before I said, "I never knew why. I rarely went outside at night - usually, I was so tired from hunting that I just wanted to sleep. But I wonder ... " I pulled out the seventh and final arrow. "I wonder if some part of me knew what was waiting for me. That I would never be a gentle grower of things, or someone who burned like fire - but that I would be quiet and enduring and as faceted as the night. That I would have beauty, for those who knew where to look, and if people didn't bother to look, but to only fear it ... Then I didn't particularly care for them, anyway. I wonder if, even in my despair and hopelessness, I was never truly alone. I wonder if I was looking for this place - looking for you all. By Sarah J. Maas Endless Dark Sky Knew Painted

My daughter was sixteen," she went on. Tears ran over the bridge of her nose and onto the block, but her voice remained strong and loud. "Sixteen, when you burned her. Her name was Kaleen, and she had eyes like thunderclouds. I still hear her voice in my dreams."The king jerked his chin to the executioner, who stepped forward."My sister was thirty-six. Her name was Liessa, and she had two boys who were her joy."The executioner raised his ax."My neighbor and his wife were seventy. Their names were Jon and Estrel. They were killed because they dared to try and protect my daughter when your men came for her."Rena Goldsmith was still reciting her list of the dead when the ax fell. By Sarah J. Maas Sixteen Voice Daughter Executioner Kaleen

I turned. "I was asking about Jurian, the king, the queens, and the Cauldron, but I'm glad to know I have so many options where our relationship stands. And that you'll do whatever I want. I must have you wrapped completely around my finger." His eyes danced with feline amusement. "Cruel, beautiful thing. By Sarah J. Maas Turned Jurian Cauldron Cruel King

You, Celaena Sardothien, are charged with the deaths of the following people ... And then he began a long recitation of all those lives she'd taken. The brutal story of a girl who was now gone. By Sarah J. Maas Celaena Sardothien People Charged Deaths

The undergarments were plain-and folded. Who folded their undergarments? Celeana thought of her enormous closet back home, exploding with colour and different fabrics and patterns, all tossed together. Her undergarments, while expensive, usually wound up in a heap in their drawer. Sam, probably, folded his undergarments. Though, depending on how much of him Arobynn left intact, he might not be able to now. Arobynn would never permanently main her, but Sam might have faired worse. Sam had always been the expendable one. By Sarah J. Maas Undergarments Folded Sam Plainand Arobynn

I kept thinking about how you might never know that I missed you with only an ocean between us. But if it was death separating us ... I would find you. I don't care how many rules it would break. Even if I had to get all three keys myself and open a gate, I would find you again. Always. By Sarah J. Maas Thinking Missed Ocean Find Death

His throat bobbed. "I missed you. Every second, every breath. Not just this," he said, shifting his hips for emphasis and dragging a groan from deep in my throat, "but... talking to you. Laughing with you. I missed having you in my bed, but missed having you as my friend even more.""Never again," I promised him, and whispered it over and over as the sunlight drifted across the floor. By Sarah J. Maas Bobbed Missed Throat Breath Shifting

Maybe there could be no future, no hope of anything more, but just looking at him standing there, in this moment, she wanted to be selfish and stupid and wild. It could all go to hell tomorrow, but she had to know what it was like, just for a little while, to belong to someone, to be wanted and cherished.He did not move, didn't do anything but stare - seeing her exactly how she saw him - as she grabbed the lapels of his tunic, pulled his face down to hers, and kissed him fiercely. By Sarah J. Maas Future Moment Wild Wanted Hope

I think Nesta feels everything - sees too much; sees and feels it all. And she burns with it. Keeping that wall up helps from being overwhelmed, from caring too greatly. By Sarah J. Maas Nesta Feels Keeping Overwhelmed Greatly

A protector - that's who he was, and would always be. What I had wanted when I was cold and hard and joyless; what I had needed to melt the ice of bitter years on the cusp of starvation. I didn't have the nerve to wonder what I wanted or needed now. Who I had become. By Sarah J. Maas Protector Wanted Needed Joyless Starvation

My price was his oath that he'd never lay a hand on you again. I told him I'd forgive him in exchange for that.She wished he'd punched her in the gut. It would have hurt less. Not trusting herself to keep from falling to her knees with shame right there, she just stalked down the hall. By Sarah J. Maas Price Oath Lay Hand Gut

Sam," she said."I'm trying!""Sam," she repeated."No," he spat, hearing her tone. "No!"He began screaming for help then. Celaena pressed her face to one of the holes in the grate. Help wasn't going to come-not fast enough."Please," Sam begged as he beat and yanked on the grate, he tried to wedge another dagger under the lid. "Please don't."She knew he wasn't speaking to her.The water hit her neck."Please," Sam moaned, his fingers now touching hers. She'd have one last breath. Her last words."Take my body home to Terrasen, Sam," she whispered. And with a gasping breath, she went under. By Sarah J. Maas Sam Said Repeated Spat Hearing

Oh, thank the gods. Now I can talk to someone about clothes without being asked how so-and-so would approve of it, or gobble down a box of chocolates without someone telling me I'd better watch my figure - tell me you like chocolates. You do, right? I remember stealing a box from your room once when you were out killing someone. They were delicious." Aelin waved a hand toward the boxes of goodies on the table. "You brought chocolate - as far as I'm concerned, you're my new favorite person." Lysandra By Sarah J. Maas Gods Box Chocolates Figure Talk

Please - it would be my pleasure." And I believed him that it would. I nodded dumbly. If the paintings along the halls were exquisite, then the ones selected for the gallery had to be beyond my human imaginings. "I would like that - very much." He smiled at me still, broadly and without restraint or hesitation. Isaac had never smiled at me like that. Isaac had never made my breath catch, just a little bit. The feeling was startling enough that I walked out, grasping the crumpled paper in my pocket as if doing so could somehow keep that answering smile from tugging on my lips. By Sarah J. Maas Pleasure Isaac Smiled Believed Dumbly

Sea-foam white lace bloomed from the sweeping neckline, washing upon her breast from the powder-green ocean of silk that made up the dress. A red sash covered the waist, forming an inverted peak that separated the bodice from the explosion of skirts beneath. Patterns of clear green beads were embroidered in whorls and vines across the whole of it, and bone-colored stitching stretched along the ribs. By Sarah J. Maas Seafoam Neckline Washing Dress White

All the work I have done, all that I have sacrificed these past ten years, has been in Orlon's name, to honor him and to save his kingdom - my kingdom. I do not plan to let a spoiled, arrogant child destroy that with her temper tantrums. Did you enjoy the riches of Rifthold these years, Princess? Was it very easy to forget us in the North when you were buying clothes and serving the monster who butchered your family and friends?" Men, By Sarah J. Maas Kingdom Orlon Years Work Sacrificed

You can't go.""Give me a reason why I shouldn't.""Because I'll miss you, damn it!" she hissed, splaying her arms. "Because what's the point in anything if you just disappear forever?""The point in what, Celaena?" How could he be so calm when she was so frantic? "The point in Skull's Bay, and the point in getting me that music, and the point in ... the point in telling Arobynn that you'd forgive him if he never hurt me again.""You said you didn't care what I thought. Or what I did. Or if I died, if I'm not mistaken.""I lied! And you know I lied you stupid bastard! By Sarah J. Maas Point Give Damn Hissed Splaying

What was it like?" Manon asked quietly. "To love." For love was what it had been - what Asterin perhaps alone of all the Ironteeth witches had felt, had learned. "It was like dying a little every day. It was like being alive, too. It was joy so complete it was pain. It destroyed me and unmade me and forged me. I hated it, because I knew I couldn't escape it, and knew it would forever change me. And that witchling ... I loved her, too. I loved her in a way I cannot describe - other than to tell you that it was the most powerful thing I've ever felt, greater than rage, than lust, than magic. By Sarah J. Maas Love Felt Loved Knew Asterin

I think I fell in love with you," Rhys murmured, stroking a finger down my arm, "the moment I realized you were cleaving those bones to make a trap for the Middengard Wyrm. Or maybe the moment you flipped me off for mocking you. It reminded me so much of Cassian. For the first time in decades, I wanted to laugh." "You fell in love with me," I said flatly, "because I reminded you of your friend?" He flicked my nose. "I fell in love with you, smartass, because you were one of us - because you weren't afraid of me, and you decided to end your spectacular victory by throwing that piece of bone at Amarantha like a javelin. I felt Cassian's spirit beside me in that moment, and could have sworn I heard him say, 'If you don't marry her, you stupid prick, I will.' " I huffed a laugh, sliding my paint-covered hand over his tattooed chest. Paint - right. We were both covered in it. So was the bed. Rhys By Sarah J. Maas Wyrm Middengard Moment Love Fell

Are you Elide? You look... so much like your mother... I'm sorry... I'm so sorry... She bought me time... I am alive today because of your mother... She told me to tell you... Your mother told me to tell you that she loves you - very much. Those were her last words to me. 'Tell my Elide I love her very much.' - Aelin, to Elide By Sarah J. Maas Elide Mother Told Aelin Time

You're going to keep a low profile throughout the entire competition ... You're going to stay solidly in the middle, where no one will look your way, because you're not a threat, because they'll think that you'll be eliminated sooner or later, and they should focus their attention on getting rid of bigger, stronger, faster champions like Cain.'But you're going to outlast them,' Chaol continued. 'And when they wake up the morning of the final duel and find that you are their opponent, and that you have beaten them, the look on their faces will make all of the insults and lack of attention worthwhile. By Sarah J. Maas Competition Low Profile Entire Attention

It had been one of the most terrifying experiences of my life, and I'd swallowed half the pond in the process, but I'd gotten the gist of it, managed to conquer my blind panic and terror and trust myself. By Sarah J. Maas Life Process Managed Terrifying Experiences

What does that mean?" he demanded. She smiled sadly. "You'll figure it out. And when you do ... " She shook her head, knowing she shouldn't say it, but doing it anyway. "When you do, I want you to remember that it wouldn't have made any difference to me. It's never made any difference to me when it came to you. I'd still pick you. I'll always pick you. By Sarah J. Maas Demanded Difference Made Pick Sadly

I'm thinking," he said, following the flick of my tongue over my bottom lip, "that I look at you and feel like I'm dying. Like I can't breathe. I'm thinking that I want you so badly I can't concentrate half the time I'm around you, and this room is too small for me to properly bed you. Especially with the wings. By Sarah J. Maas Lip Dying Thinking Flick Tongue

But I promise," she breathed into the soil, "I promise that I will stop him. I promise that I will never forgive, never forget what they did to you. I promise that I will free Eyllwe. I promise that I will see your father's crown restored to his head. By Sarah J. Maas Promise Soil Breathed Stop Eyllwe

He's terrified. Terrified of seeing you in his enemies' hands. And they know it, too - they know all they have to do to own him would be to get ahold of you." "You think I don't know that? But does he honestly expect me to spend the rest of my life in that manor, overseeing servants and wearing pretty clothes?" Lucien watched the ever-young forest. "Isn't that what all human women wish for? A handsome faerie lord to wed and shower them with riches for the rest of their lives?" I gripped the reins of my horse hard enough that she tossed her head. "Good to know you're still a prick, Lucien. By Sarah J. Maas Terrified Lucien Rest Hands Good

For the world's greatest assassin, this is pathetic," said Dorian, stepping from the doorway. She yelped and swung toward him. She wore a tunic and pants, and her hair was unbound. He leaned against the table, smiling as she turned a deep shade of red. "If you're going to insult me, you can shove this - " She lifted the cue in the air and made an obscene gesture that finished her sentence. By Sarah J. Maas Dorian Assassin Pathetic Stepping Doorway

She leaned against the stone wall of the narrow landing, a hand on her thundering heart. It was the smart thing to do, the right thing to do. She had survived this long, and would only survive the road ahead if she continued to be unnoticed, reliable, quiet. But she did't want to be unnoticed - not with him, not forever.He made her want to laugh and sing and shake the world with her voice. By Sarah J. Maas Landing Heart Unnoticed Leaned Stone

made to jump off the stone, but he gripped my chin, the movement too fast to detect. His words were a lethal caress as he said, "Did you enjoy the sight of me kneeling before you?" I knew he could hear my heart as it ratcheted into a thunderous beat. I gave him a hateful little smirk, anyway, yanking my chin out of his touch and leaping off the stone. I might have aimed for his feet. And he might have shifted out of the way just enough to avoid it. "Isn't that all you males are good for, anyway?" But the words were tight, near-breathless. By Sarah J. Maas Stone Made Detect Jump Gripped

Family. Dorian had never really considered himself to be in an actual family. And certainly not now. If anyone found out about what had happened in that hallway yesterday, about the magic he might have, his father would kill him. He had a second son, after all. Families weren't exactly supposed to think like that, were they? By Sarah J. Maas Family Dorian Considered Actual Yesterday

My wings," the faerie whispered."You'll get them back."The Faerie struggled to open his eyes. "You swear?""Yes," I breathed. The faerie managed a slight smile and closed his eyes again. My mouth trembled. I wished for something else to say, something more to offer him than my empty promises. The first false vow I'd ever sworn. But Tamlin began speaking, and I glanced up to see him take the faerie's other hand."Cauldron save you," he said, reciting the words of a prayer that was probably older than the moral realm. "Mother hold you. Pass through the gates, and smell that immortal land of milk and honey. Fear no evil. Feel no pain." Tamlin's voice wavered, but he finished. "Go, and enter eternity. By Sarah J. Maas Faerie Wings Whispered Back Eyes

Why don't you get to the point," she drawled. "I want to have a few hours of sleep tonight." Not a lie. With every breath, exhaustion wrapped tighter around her bones. "I would have thought," Arobynn said, "given how close you two were and your abilities, that you'd somehow be able to sense it. Or at least hear of it, considering what he was accused of." The prick was enjoying every second of this. If Dorian was dead or hurt "Your cousin Aedion has been imprisoned for treason - for conspiring with the rebels here in Rifthold to depose the king and put you back on the throne." The world stopped. Stopped, and started, then stopped again. By Sarah J. Maas Point Drawled Stopped Arobynn Tonight

My Most True Assassin, Enclosed are seven books from my personal library that I have recently read and enjoyed immensely. You are, of course, free to read as many of the books in the castle library as you wish, but I command you to read these first so that we might discuss them. I promise they are not dull, for I am not one inclined to sit through pages of nonsense and bloated speech, though perhaps you enjoy works and authors who think very highly of themselves. Most affectionately, Dorian Havilliard By Sarah J. Maas Assassin Enclosed True Read Immensely

Bastard," she murmured, and kissed him. Her mouth was soft and warm, and he bit back a groan. His body went still - his entire world went still - at that whisper of a kiss, the answer to a question he'd asked for centuries. He realized he was staring only when she withdrew slightly. His fingers tightened at her waist. "Again," he breathed. She slid out of his grip. "If we live through tomorrow, you'll get the rest." He didn't know whether to laugh or roar. "Are you trying to bribe me into surviving?" She smiled at last. And damn if it didn't kill him, the quiet joy in her face. By Sarah J. Maas Bastard Murmured Kissed Warm Groan

The magic was boiling her blood. The darkness - it would be a relief compared to the hell smoldering in her veins. The Valg prince advanced, and part of her was screaming - screaming at herself to get up, to keep fighting, to rage and roar against this horrible end. But moving her limbs, even breathing, had become a monumental effort.She was so tired. By Sarah J. Maas Blood Magic Boiling Screaming Valg

Rhys brushed the hair from my face. "It's all part of the game, Feyre darling. Who to trust, when to trust them - what information to barter." "Do you enjoy it?" "Sometimes. Right now, I don't. Not when the risks are this high." His fingers grazed my brow. "When I have so much to lose." I By Sarah J. Maas Rhys Face Feyre Brushed Hair

I glanced at Tamlin, biting my lip. I'd practically floated into my bedroom that morning. But Tamlin's gaze now roved my face as if searching for any tinge of regret, of fear. Ridiculous."You bit my neck on Fire Night," I said under my breath. "If I can face you after that, a few kisses are nothing."He braced his forearms on the table as he leaned closed to me. "Nothing?" His eyes flicked to my lips. Lucien shifted in his seat, muttering to the Cauldron to spare him, but I ignored him. By Sarah J. Maas Tamlin Biting Glanced Face Night

She wriggled the demon's fingers a bit more. "It'd make a good back-scratcher." Rowan only frowned. "Killjoy," she said, and chucked the arm onto the torso of the Wyrdhound. By Sarah J. Maas Wriggled Demon Fingers Bit Killjoy

And Manon understood in that moment that there were forces greater than obedience, and discipline, and brutality. Understood that she had not been born soulless; she had not been born without a heart.For there were both, begging her not to swing that blade. By Sarah J. Maas Manon Obedience Discipline Brutality Understood

What are you doing?"Celaena lifted another piece of paper. "If His Pirateness can't be bothered to clean for us, then I don't see why I can't have a look.""He'll be here any second," Sam hissed. She picked up a flattened map, examining the dots and markings along the coastline of their continent. Something small and round gleamed beneath the map, and she slipped it into her pocket before Sam could notice."Oh, hush," she said, opening the hutch on the wall adjacent to the desk. "With these creaky floors, we'll hear him a mile off." The hutch was crammed with rolled scrolls, quills, the odd coin, and some very old, very expensive-looking brandy. She pulled out a bottle, swirling the amber liquid in the sunlight streaming through the tiny porthole window. "Care for a drink? By Sarah J. Maas Celaena Sam Paper Lifted Piece

So she steeled herself. "I have never told anyone this story. No one in the world knows it. But it's mine," she said, blinking past the burning in her eyes, "and it's time for me to tell it."Rowan leaned back on the rock, bracing his palms behind him."Once upon a time," she said to him, to the world, to herself, "in a land long since burned to ash, there lived a young princess who loved her kingdom . . . very much."And then she told him of the princess whose heart had burned with wildfire, of the mighty kingdom in the north, of its downfall and of the sacrifice of Lady Marion. By Sarah J. Maas Steeled World Told Time Burned

No fair maiden should die alone" he said, putting a hand on hers. "Shall I read to you in your final moments? What story would you like?"She snatched her hand back. 'How about the story of the idiotic prince who won't leave the assassin alone?""Oh! I love that story! It has such a happy ending too- why, the assassin was really feigning her illness in order to get the prince's attention! Who would have guessed it? Such a clever girl. And the bedroom scene is so lovely- it's worth reading through all of their ceaseless banter! By Sarah J. Maas Putting Story Fair Maiden Die

The useless sentries in the watchtower are now all half in love with you," he lied. "One said he wanted to marry you." A low snarl. He yielded a foot but held eye contact with her as he grinned. "But you know what I told them? I said that they didn't stand a chance in hell. Because I am going to marry you," he promised her. "One day. I am going to marry you. I'll be generous and let you pick when, even if it's ten years from now. Or twenty. But one day, you are going to be my wife." He shrugged. "Princess Lysandra Ashryver sounds nice, doesn't it? By Sarah J. Maas Marry Lied Useless Sentries Watchtower

Maeve went as still as death while Celaena lifted the ring between two fingers.'I think you've been looking for this for a long time,' Celaena said.'That does not belong to you.''Doesn't it? I found it, after all. in Goldryn's scabbard, where Brannon left it after grabbing it of Athril's corpse-the family ring Athril would have given you someday. And in the thousands of years since than, you never found it so ... I suppose it's mine by chance.' Celaena closed her fist around the ring. 'but who would have thought you were so sentimental?'So Celaena said, ' I'll make a trade with you though.' Maeve's browns narrowed. Celaena jerked her chin. 'Your beloved's ring-for Rowan's freedom from his blood oath. By Sarah J. Maas Celaena Athril Ring Fingers Time

Arobynn hit her-her ribs, her jaw, her gut. And her face. Again and again and again. Careful blows, meant to inflict as much pain as possible without doing permanent damage. And Sam kept roaring, shouting words that she couldn't quite hear over the agony. The last thing she remembered was a pang of guilt at the sight of her blood staining Arobynn's exquisite red carpet. And then darkness, blissful darkness, full of relief that she hadn't seen them hurt Sam. By Sarah J. Maas Ribs Jaw Gut Hit Herher

My sisters had been living in the House of Wind since they'd arrived in Velaris.They did not leave the palace built into the upper parts of a flat-topped mountain overlooking the city. They did not ask for anything, or anyone.So I would go to them.Lucien was waiting in the sitting room when Rhys and I came downstairs at last, my mate having given the silent order for them to return.Unsurprisingly, Cassian and Azriel were casually seated in the dining room across the hall, eating lunch and marking every single breath Lucien emitted. Cassian smirked at me, brows flicking up.I shot him a warning glare that dared him to comment. Azriel, thankfully, just kicked Cassian under the table.Cassian gawked at Azriel as if to declare I wasn't going to say anything while I approached the open archway into the sitting room, Lucien rising to his feet. By Sarah J. Maas House Wind Cassian Azriel Room

Immortal strength - more a curse than a gift. I'd dented and folded every piece of silverware I'd touched for three days upon returning here, had tripped over my longer, faster legs so often that Alis had removed any irreplaceable valuables from my rooms (she'd been particularly grumpy about me knocking over a table with an eight-hundred-year-old vase), and had shattered not one, not two, but five glass doors merely by accidentally closing them too hard. Sighing By Sarah J. Maas Immortal Strength Gift Curse Vase

But she didn't want to know - didn't want to think about the Sun Goddess and her agenda as she flung herself on Rowan, breathing in his scent, memorizing the feel of him. The first member of her court - the court that would change the world. The court that would rebuild it. Together. By Sarah J. Maas Rowan Sun Goddess Court Breathing

He lifted a brow. "Is it that hard for you to even try in front of me?""You're a High Lord - don't you have better things to do?""Of course. But none as enjoyable as seeing you squirm.""You're a real bastard, you know that?"Rhys huffed a laugh. "I've been called worse. In fact, I think you've called me worse. By Sarah J. Maas Brow Lifted Lord Worse High

I don't think you realize who you're dealing with."The man clicked his tongue, "If you were that good, you would be more than just Captain of the Guard."Chaol let out a low, breathy laugh. "I wasn't talking about me." "She's just one girl."Though his guts were twisting at the thought of her in this place, with these people, though he was considering every possible way to get himself and Celaena out of here alive, he gave the man a grin. "Then you're really in for a big surprise. By Sarah J. Maas Guard Chaol Captain With Tongue

Who said anything about shame?" She gestured down to her naked body, even though it was covered by the blanket. "Honestly, I'm surprised you're not strutting about, boasting to everyone. I certainly would be if I'd tumbled me. "Does your love for yourself know no bounds?""Absolutely none. By Sarah J. Maas Shame Honestly Absolutely Body Blanket

He lifted the lavender soap to his hair, and she squeaked."You don't use that in your hair," she hissed, jolting from her perch to reach for one of the manyhair tonics lining the little shelf above the bath. "Rose, lemon verbena, or ... " She sniffed the glassbottle. "Jasmine." She squinted down at him.He was staring up at her, his green eyes full of the words he knew he didn't have to say. Do I looklike I care what you pick? By Sarah J. Maas Hair Squeaked Hissed Jolting Bath

Lucien said he didn't care that she wasn't one of the High Fae, that he was certain the mating bond would snap into place soon and that he was going to marry her and leave his father's court to his scheming brothers." A tight sigh. "His father had her put down. Executed, in front of Lucien, as his two eldest brothers held him and made him watch." My stomach turned, and I pushed a hand against my chest. I couldn't imagine, couldn't comprehend that sort of loss. "Lucien left. He cursed his father, abandoned his title and the Autumn Court, and walked out. And without his title protecting him, his brothers thought to eliminate one more contender to the High Lord's crown. Three of them went out to kill him; one came back. By Sarah J. Maas Fae Lucien Father High Brothers

Aelin ran for Manon, leaping over the fallen stones, her ankle wrenching on loose debris.The island rocked with her every step, and the sunlight was scalding, as if Mala were holding that island aloft with every last bit of strength the goddess could summon in this land.Then Aelin was upon Manon Blackbeak, and the witch lifted hate-filled eyes to her. Aelin hauled off stone after stone from her body, the island beneath them buckling."You're too good a fighter to kill," Aelin breathed, hooking an arm under Manon's shoulders and hauling her up. The rock swayed to the left-but held. Oh, gods. "If I die because of you, I'll beat the shit out of you in hell."She could have sworn the witch let out a broken laugh as she got to her feet, nearly dead weight in Aelin's arms. By Sarah J. Maas Aelin Manon Blackbeak Mala Island

He felt as if there were something inside him that didn't fit in with their merriment, with their willing ignorance of the world outside the castle. By Sarah J. Maas Merriment Castle Felt Inside Fit

She would not waste energy missing him, wishing he were here to talk everything through, or to just have the comfort of waking up beside him and knowing he existed. She swallowed By Sarah J. Maas Wishing Existed Waste Energy Missing

Witches didn't need blood to survive, but humans didn't need wine, either. By Sarah J. Maas Witches Survive Wine Blood Humans

Her salary as King's Champion was considerable, and Celaena spentevery last copper of it. Shoes, hats, tunics, dresses, jewelry, weapons,baubles for her hair, and books. Books and books and books. So manybooks that Philippa had to bring up another bookcase for her room. By Sarah J. Maas Books King Champion Celaena Considerable

Sorscha returned to her work. She was certain he'd forgotten her name the moment he left. Dorian was heir to the mightiest empire in the world, and Sorscha was the daughter of two dead immigrants from a village in Fenharrow that had been burned to ash - a village that no one would ever remember.But that didn't stop her from loving him, as she still did, invisible and secret, ever since she'd first laid eyes on him six years ago. By Sarah J. Maas Work Sorscha Returned Village Fenharrow

It's an Asterion horse, Ansel breathed, her red-brown eyes growing huge.The horse was black as pitch, with dark eyes that bored into Celaena's own. She'd heard of Asterion horses, of course. The most ancient breed of horse in Erilea. Legend claimed that the Fae had made them from the four winds - spirit from the north, strength from the south, speed from the east, and wisdom from the west, all rolled into the slender-snouted, high-tailed, lovely creature that stood before her. By Sarah J. Maas Asterion Ansel Eyes Celaena Horse

You think I don't know how stories get written- how this story will be written?" Rhys put his hands on his chest, his face more open, more anguished than I'd seen it. "I am the dark lord, who stole away the bride of spring. I am a demon, and a nightmare, and I will meet a bad end. He is the golden prince- the hero who will get to keep you as his reward for not dying of stupidity and arrogance. By Sarah J. Maas Written Stories Story Rhys Chest

But death was her curse and her gift, and death had been her good friend these long, long years. By Sarah J. Maas Gift Years Death Long Curse

It's a shame," I said, the words nearly gobbled up by the sound of the city music. "That others in Prythian don't know. A shame that you let them think the worst." He took a step back, his wings beating the air like mighty drums. "As long as the people who matter most know the truth, I don't care about the rest. By Sarah J. Maas Music Shame Words Gobbled Sound

A heartbeat later, his note said, Try not to moan too loudly when you dream about me. I need my beauty rest. I By Sarah J. Maas Heartbeat Note Moan Loudly Dream

There had once been a time when I'd dreaded the end of summer, had prayed it would hold out for as long as possible. Now the thought of endless warmth and sun made me . . . bored. Restless. By Sarah J. Maas Summer Time Dreaded End Prayed

His kissing was slower this time - gentler. The fingertips of his other hand slipped beneath the waist of my undergarment, and I sucked in a breath. He hesitated at the sound, pulling back slightly. But I bit his lip in a silent command that had him growling into my mouth. With one long claw, he shredded through silk and lace, and my undergarment fell away in pieces. The claw retracted, and his kiss deepened as his fingers slid between my legs, coaxing and teasing. I ground against his hand, yielding completely to the writhing wildness that had roared alive inside me, and breathed his name onto his skin. He paused again - his fingers retracting - but I grabbed him, pulling him farther on top of me. I wanted him now - I wanted the barriers of our clothing to vanish, I wanted to taste his sweat, wanted to become full of him. "Don't stop," I gasped out. "I - " he said thickly, resting his brow between my breasts as he shuddered. "If we keep going, I won't be able to stop at all." I By Sarah J. Maas Wanted Gentler Time Kissing Slower

Lysandra... Lady of Caraverre.""There is no Caraverre," Darrow said.Aelin shrugged. "There is now." Lysandra had settled on the name a week ago, whatever it meant, bolting upright in the middle of the night and practically shouting it at Aelin once she'd mastered herself long enough to shift back into her human form. Aelin doubted she'd soon forget the image of a wide-eyed ghost leopard trying to speak. By Sarah J. Maas Lysandra Caraverre Caraverre Darrow Aelin

At dawn, Aedion had burst in, demanding why they weren't ready to leave - to go home. Lysandra had shifted into a ghost leopard and chased him out. Then she returned, lingering in her massive feline form, and again sprawled beside Aelin. They managed to get another thirty minutes of sleep before Aedion came back and chucked a bucket of water on them. He was lucky to escape alive. By Sarah J. Maas Dawn Demanding Leave Home Aedion

You're not moving your body the correct way, Here, just let me show you.Though it was the oldest and most shameless trick in the book, he reached over her and put his hand on top of the one that gripped the cure. He then positioned the fingers of her other hand on the wood before lightly gripping her wrist. To Dorian's dismay, his face became warm. His eyes shifted to her, and, to his relief, he found that she was as red as he, if not more so. By Sarah J. Maas Hand Book Cure Moving Body

Lighting gleamed on the blade, a flicker of quicksilver.For Wesley. For Sam. For Aelin.And for herself. For the child she'd been, for the seventeen-year-old on her Bidding night, for the woman she'd become, her heart in shreds, her invisible wound still bleeding.It was so very easy to sit up and slice the knife across Arobynn's throat. By Sarah J. Maas Wesley Lighting Blade Gleamed Flicker

Run and run and disappear into the mountains and live in solitude in the dark green of the wild, with a pine needle carpet and a blanket of stars overhead. She could do it. By Sarah J. Maas Run Wild Overhead Disappear Mountains

What is that?" Manon asked, sniffing subtly. Kaltain just squeezed Elide's fingers. "You find Celaena Sardothien. Give her this. No one else. No one else. Tell her that you can open any door, if you have the key. And tell her to remember her promise to me - to punish them all. When she asks why, tell her I said that they would not let me bring the cloak she gave me, but I kept a piece of it. To remember that promise she made. To remember to repay her for a warm cloak in a cold dungeon." Kaltain By Sarah J. Maas Remember Kaltain Elide Sardothien Promise

Aelin did not expect them to come for her. She, who had come for them, who had found them all. She had arranged for everything to fall into place when she yielded her life. When she gave up a thousand years to save them. And Rowan knew she believed they'd make the right choice, the wise choice, and remain here. Lead their armies to victory - the armies she'd secured for them, guessing that she wouldn't be there to see it through. She did not think she'd ever see him again. He did not accept that. He would not accept that. And he would not accept that he had found her, and she had found him, and they had survived such sorrow and pain and despair together, only to be cleaved apart. He would not accept the fate that had been dealt to her, would not accept that her life was the asking price for saving this world. Her life, or Dorian's. He would not accept it for one heartbeat. Footsteps By Sarah J. Maas Accept Found Aelin Life Expect

Her heart - it had been meant for her heart. And he had taken that arrow for her. The killing calm spread through her like hoarfrost. She'd kill them all. Slowly.They reached the second bridge just as Aedion's barrage of arrows halted, his quiver no doubt emptied. She shoved Rowan onto the planks. "Run," she said."No - ". "Run."It was a voice that she'd never heard herself use - a queen's voice - that came out, along with the blind yank she made on the blood oath that bound them together. His eyes flashed with fury, but his body moved as though she'd compelled him. He staggered across the bridge, just asAelin whirled, drawing Goldryn and ducking just as the Wing Leader's sword swiped for her head. By Sarah J. Maas Heart Meant Bridge Voice Run

He tried not to think about last night - how the brief touch of Celaena's fingers through his hair and on his face had sent a pang of desire through him so strong he'd wanted to grab her and pin her on the couch. It had taken all his self-control to keep his breathing steady, to keep pretending that he was asleep. After she'd left, his heart had been pounding so hard it took him an hour to calm enough to actually sleep. By Sarah J. Maas Celaena Night Couch Touch Fingers

She paused, frowning at him. But his eyes drifted to the small wooden door just a few feet away. A broom closet. She followed his attention, and a slow smile spread across her face. She turned toward it, but he grabbed her hand, bringing his face close to hers. "You're going to have to be very quiet."She reached the knob and opened the door, tugging him inside. "I have a feeling that I'm going to be telling you that in a few moments," she purred, eyes gleaming with the challenge.Chaol's blood roared through him, and he followed her into the closet and wedged a broom beneath the handle. By Sarah J. Maas Paused Frowning Broom Door Eyes

She was tired in her bones, but she rallied her energy one last time and told him of they years in Rifthold, of stealing Asterion horses and racing across the desert, of dancing until dawn with the courtesans and thieves and all the beautiful, wicked creatures in the world. And then she told him about losing Sam, and of that first whipping in Endovier, when she'd spat blood in the Chief Overseer's face, and what she had seen and endured in the following year. She spoke of the day she had snapped and sprinted for her own death. Her heart grew heavy when at last she got to the evening when the Captain of the Royal Guard prowled into her life, and a tyrant's son had offered her a shot at freedom. She told him what she could about the competition and how she'd won it, until her words slurred and her eyelids drooped. By Sarah J. Maas Told Rifthold Asterion Bones Desert

There are those who seek me a lifetime but never we meet,And those I kiss but who trample me beneath ungrateful feet.At times I seem to favor the clever and the fair,But I bless all those who are brave enough to dare.By large, my ministrations are soft-handed and sweet,But scorned, I become a difficult beast to defeat.For though each of my strikes lands a powerful blow,When I kill, I do it slow ... By Sarah J. Maas Large Scorned Kill Slow Seek

Aedion went rigid. "And what about our unquestioning loyalty? What have you done to earn that? What have you done to save our people since you've returned? Were you ever going to tell me about the blood oath, or was that just another of your many lies?"Aelin snarled with an animalistic intensity that reminded him she, too, had Fae blood in her veins. "Go have your temper tantrum somewhere else. Don't come back until you can act like a human being. Or half of one, at least."Aedion swore at her, a filthy, foul curse that he immediately regretted. Rowan lunged for him, knocking back his chair hard enough to flip it over, but Aelin threw out her hand. The prince stood down.That easily, she leashed the mighty, immortal warrior. By Sarah J. Maas Rigid Aedion Aelin Blood Back

Feyre," he saidsoftly enough that I faced him again. "Why?" He tilted his head to the side. "You dislike our kind on a good day. And after Andras ... " Even in the darkened hallway, his usual bright eyes were shadowed. "So why?"I took a step closer to him, my blood-covered feet sticking to the rug. I glanced down the stairs to where I could still see the prone form of the faerie and the stumps of his wings."Because I wouldn't want to die alone," I said, and my voice wobbled as I looked at Tamlin again, forcing myself to meet his stare. "Because I'd want someone to hold my hand until the end, and awhile after that. That's something everyone deserves, human or faerie." I swallowed hard, my throat painfully tight. "I regret what I did to Andras," I said, the words so strangled they were no more than a whisper. "I regret that there was ... such hate in my heart. I wish I could undo itand ... I'm sorry. So very sorry. By Sarah J. Maas Feyre Saidsoftly Faced Andras Faerie

Now that Sam was dead, there wasn't anything left outside of the dungeons worth fighting for, anyway. Not when Adarlan's Assassin was crumbling apart, and her world with her. By Sarah J. Maas Sam Dead Left Dungeons Worth

Because I know where everything in this room is. All the books, the papers-and the moment they start cleaning, those things get hopelessly organized and tucked away, and I can never find them again. By Sarah J. Maas Room Books Cleaning Papersand Moment

'A Court of Thorns and Roses,' big surprise, was inspired by music. By actually listening to the 'Princess Mononoke' soundtrack. By Sarah J. Maas Roses Court Thorns Big Surprise

Not bad," Rhys said, peering over my shoulder.He'd appeared moments before, a healthy distance away, and if I didn't want to startle me. As if he'd known about the time Tamlin had crept up behind me, and panic hit me so hard I'd knocked him on his ass with a punch to his stomach. I'd blocked it put - the shock on Tam's face, how easy it had been to take him off his feet, the humiliation of having my stupid terror so out in the open... By Sarah J. Maas Rhys Bad Peering Appeared Moments

She tore off his grip, and then she was walking out the kitchen door, across the courtyard, through the ward-stones, and along the invisible barrier- until she found a spot just out of sight of the fortress.The world was full of screaming and wailing, so loud she drowned in it.Celaena did not utter a sound as she unleashed her magic on the barrier, a blast that shook the trees and set the earth rumbling. She fed her power into the invisible wall, begging the ancient stones to take it, to use it. The wards, as if sensing her intent, devoured her power whole, absorbing every last ember until it flickered, hungry for more.So she burned and burned and burned. By Sarah J. Maas Barrier Invisible Burned Grip Door

You have the skills," Chaol said, "but some of your moves are still undisciplined.""That's never stopped me from killing before," she spat.Chaol chuckled at her agitation and pointed his sword at the rack, allowing her to get to her feet. "Pick another - something different. Make it interesting, too. Something that will make me sweat, please.""You'll be sweating when I skin you alive and squish your eyeballs beneath my feet," she muttered, picking up the rapier."That's the spirit."She practically threw the rapier into place, and drew the hunting knives without hesitation.My dear old friends.A wicked smile spread across her face. By Sarah J. Maas Chaol Skills Undisciplined Rack Allowing

He ran a hand through his hair. "What I have to be tomorrow, who I have to become, is not ... it's not something I want you to see. How I will treat you, treat others ... ""The mask of the High Lord," I said quietly."Yes." He took a seat on the bottom of the stairs. I remained in the center of the foyer as I asked carefully, "Why don't you want me to see that?""Because you've only started looking at me like I'm not a monster, and I can't stomach the idea of anything you see tomorrow, being beneath that mountain that mountain, putting you back into that place where I found you. By Sarah J. Maas Hair Ran Hand Tomorrow Treat

Rolfe unlocked the door, muttering, "This had better be worth my time," and stalked into the awaiting dimness beyond. Then stopped dead.Even in the watery light, Dorian could perfectly see the woman sitting at Rolfe's desk, her black clothes dirty, weapons gleaming, and her feet propped on the dark wooden surface.Aelin Galathynius, her hands laced behind her head, grinned at them all and said, "I like this office far better thank your old one Rolfe. By Sarah J. Maas Rolfe Muttering Door Time Unlocked

I heard what you told him," he said. "That you thought it would be easy to fall in love with him. You meant it, too." "So?" It was the only thing I could think of to say. "I was jealous - of that. That I'm not ... that sort of person. By Sarah J. Maas Heard Told Thought Easy Fall

I just...Leave a note. Or tell me next time.''Would you have let me go if I had?''I do not LET you do anything.' He tilted my face up, Mor and Azriel looking away. 'You are your own person, you make your own choices. But we are mates-- I am yours, and you are mine. We do not let each other do things, as if we dictate the movements of each other. But...I might have insisted I go with you More for my own mental well-being, just to know you were safe. By Sarah J. Maas Leave Note Mor Azriel Time

She had not understood what it had been like for him to live his entire life underground, chained and beaten and crippled - until then. Until she heard that noise of undiluted, unyielding joy.Until she echoed it, tipping her head back to the clouds around them.They sailed over a sea of clouds, and Abraxos dipped his claws in them before tilting to race up a wind-carved column of cloud. Higher and higher, until they reached its peak and he flung out his wings in the freezing, thin sky, stopping the world entirely for a heartbeat.And Manon, because no one was watching, because she did not care, flung out her arms as well and savored the freefall, the wind now a song in her ears, in her shriveled heart. By Sarah J. Maas Underground Chained Crippled Understood Live

Last night ... I'm sorry if I was too forward with you." He paused. "Celaena, you're grimacing."Had she been making a face? "Er- sorry.""It did upset you, then!""What did?""The kiss!" ... "Oh, it was nothing," she said, thumping her chest as she cleared her throat. "I didn't mind it. But I didn't hate it, if that's what your thinking!" She immediately regretted saying it."So, you liked it?" He grinned lazily."No! Oh, go away!" She flung herself onto her pillows, pulling the blankets over her head. She was going to die from embarrassment. By Sarah J. Maas Night Celaena Forward Paused Sorry

Right," Chaol said. "So you're just ... memorizing that information now?""If you're suggesting that I have no reason to be here and to leave, then tell me to go." "I'm just trying to figure out what's so boring that you dozed off 10 minutes ago."She propped herself up onto her elbows. "I did not!"His eyebrows rose. "I heard you snoring.""You're a liar, Chaol Westfall." She threw her paper at him at ploppedback on the couch. "I only closed my eyes for a minute."He shook his head again and went back to work.Celaena blushed. "I didn't really snore, did I?"His face was utterly serious as he said, "Like a bear. By Sarah J. Maas Chaol Westfall Memorizing Leave Minutes

I think you will leave a lasting imprint on Ansel's heart. You spared her life, and returned her father's sword. And maybe when she makes her next move to reclaim her title, she will remember the assassin from the North and the kindness you showed her, and try to leave fewer bodies in her wake. By Sarah J. Maas Ansel Heart Lasting Imprint Leave

After a moment, his father looked up from the list and surveyed her. "Well done, Champion. Well done indeed."Then Celaena and the King of Adarlan smiled at each other, and it was the most terrifying thing Dorian had ever seen."Tell my exchequer to give you double last month's payment," the king said. Dorian felt his gorge rise- not just for the severed head and her blood- stiffened clothing, but also for the fact that he could not, for the life of him, find the girl had loved anywhere in her face. And from Chaol's expression, he knew his friend felt the same.Celaena bowed dramatically to the king, flourishing a hand before her. Then, with a smile devoid of any warmth, she stared down Chaol before stalking from the room, her dark cape sweeping behind her.Silence. By Sarah J. Maas King Moment Father Looked List

A life for a lifebut what if the life offered as payment meant losing three others? By Sarah J. Maas Life Lifebut Offered Payment Meant

She was still on the fall down. There was no getting up, because there was no bottom. By Sarah J. Maas Fall Bottom

Too breakable - he'd said of human women. No wonder he'd come to her. Manon By Sarah J. Maas Breakable Women Human Manon

He needed to sort this out - needed to get her to just look at him again, so he could try to explain that he hadn't been prepared. Having her touch the tattoo that told the story of what he'd done and how he'd lost Lyria . . . He hadn't been ready for what he felt in that moment. The desire hadn't been what shook him at all. It was just . . . Aelin had driven him insane these past few weeks, and yet he hadn't considered what it would be like to have her look at him with interest. By Sarah J. Maas Needed Prepared Sort Explain Lyria

This thing between them, the force of it, could devour the world. And if they picked it, picked them, it might very well cause the end of it. By Sarah J. Maas World Thing Force Devour Picked

Even when we're apart tomorrow, I'll be with you every step of the way. And every step after - wherever that may be. By Sarah J. Maas Tomorrow Step

Don't tell me what I do and don't deserve. Don't tell me about tomorrow, or the future, or any of it. By Sarah J. Maas Deserve Tomorrow Future

That was all Celaena needed to hear before she tossed the ring to Maeve, before Rowan rushed to her, his hands on her cheeks, his brow against her own. "Aelin," he murmured, and it wasn't a reprimand, or a thank-you, but ... a prayer. "Aelin," he whispered again, grinning, and kissed her brow before he dropped to both knees before her. By Sarah J. Maas Maeve Aelin Celaena Rowan Cheeks

What in hell is that?"She kept going toward the bathroom, refusing to apologize or look down at the pink, delicate, veryshort lace nightgown. When she emerged, face washed and clean, Rowan was sitting up, arms crossedover his bare chest. "You forgot the bottom part."She merely blew out the candles in the room one by one. His eyes tracked her the entire time."There is no bottom part," she said, flinging back the covers on her side. "It's starting to get so hot,and I hate sweating when I sleep. Plus, you're practically a furnace. So it's either this or I sleepnaked. You can sleep in the bathtub if you have a problem with it. By Sarah J. Maas Delicate Bathroom Refusing Pink Veryshort

She dared a look at Rowan, whose face remained carefully blank, but saw the words there anyway. You wicked, clever fox. And here you were, thinking the red hair was just for vanity. I shall never doubt again. By Sarah J. Maas Rowan Blank Dared Face Remained

Aelin sighed. 'This place has been shut down for months, and yet I swear I can still hear the music floating in the air.'Rowan angled his head, studying the dark with those immortal senses. 'Perhaps the music does live on, in some form.'The thought made her eyes sting. By Sarah J. Maas Aelin Sighed Music Rowan Months

She didn't know which one of them moved first, but then Rowan's mouth was on hers, and Aelin gripped his shirt, pulling him closer, claiming him as he claimed her. His arms wrapped tighter around her, but gently - so careful of the wounds that ached. He brushed his tongue against hers, and she opened her mouth to him. Each movement of their lips was a whisper of what was to come once they were both healed, and a promise. The kiss was slow - thorough. As if they had all the time in the world. As if they were the only ones in it. By Sarah J. Maas Rowan Aelin Shirt Pulling Closer

And had then acted territorial enough to make Rowan wonder if he seemed so ridiculous around Aelin all the time. By Sarah J. Maas Rowan Aelin Time Acted Territorial

Her scent hit him. For a second, he could only breathe it deep into his lungs,his Fae instincts roaring that this was his family, this was his queen, this was Aelin. He would have known her even if he were blind. Even if there was another scent entwined with hers. Staggeringly powerful and ancient and - male. Interesting. By Sarah J. Maas Hit Aelin Fae Scent Family

The two princes stared at each other, one gold and one silver, one her twin and one her soul-bonded. There was nothing friendly in the stares, nothing human - two Fae males locked in some unspoken dominance battle. By Sarah J. Maas Silver Soulbonded Princes Stared Gold

It was a long story, and sometimes she grew quiet and cried - and during those times he leaned over to wipe away her tears. By Sarah J. Maas Story Cried Tears Long Grew

Aedion Ashryver walked into Aelin's suite of rooms in time to see that Aelin was awake-finally awake, and lifting her face to Rowan's. They were sitting on the bed, Aelin in Rowan's lap, the Fae warrior's arms locked around her as he looked at her the way she deserved to be looked at. And when they kissed, deeply, without hesitation-Rowan didn't so much as glance at Aedion's way before a wind snapped through the suite, slamming the bedroom door in Aedion's face.Point taken. By Sarah J. Maas Aelin Ashryver Rowan Aedion Awake

He supposed any lick of self-consciousness had been flayed from her under the whips of Endovier. Even though he'd tattooed over the bulk of the scars on her back, their ridges remained. The nightmares, too - when she'd still startle awake and light a candle to drive away the blackness they'd shoved her into, the memory of the lightless pits they'd used for punishment. His Fireheart, shut in the dark. By Sarah J. Maas Endovier Supposed Lick Selfconsciousness Flayed

Aelin took a step forward. One step, as if in a daze.She loosed a shuddering breath, and a small, whimpering noise came out of her - a sob. And then she was sprinting down the alley, flying as though the winds themselves pushed at her heels.She flung herself on the male, crashing into him hard enough that anyone else might have gone rocking back into the stone wall. But the male grabbed her to him, his massive arms wrapping around her tightly and lifting her up. Nesryn made to approach, but Aedion stopped her with a hand on her arm.Aelin was laughing as she cried, and the male was just holding her, his hooded head buried in her neck. As if he were breathing her in."Who is that?" Nesryn asked.Aedion smiled. "Rowan. By Sarah J. Maas Male Step Aelin Forward Nesryn

Ice and fire. Frost and embers. Locked in a battle, pushing and pulling. By Sarah J. Maas Ice Fire Frost Embers Locked

I can't bury another friend.""You won't.""If anything ever happened to you, Rowan-""Don't" he breathed. "Don't even say it. We dealt with that enough the other night."He lifted a hand - hesitated, and then brushed back a strand of hair that had fallen across her face. His callused fingers scrapped against her cheekbone, then caressed the shell of her ear. It was foolish to even start down that road, when every other man she'd let in had left some wound, in one way or another, accidentally or not.There was nothing tender in his face. Only a predator's glittering gaze. "When we get back," he said, "remind me to prove you wrong about every thought that just went through your head."She lifted an eyebrow. "Oh?"He gave her a sly smile that made thinking impossible. Exactly what he wanted - to distract her from the horrors of tomorrow. "I'll even let you decide how I tell you: with words"- his eyes flickered once to her mouth- "or with my teeth and tongue. By Sarah J. Maas Rowan Friend Breathed Bury Happened

Would I have loved her if I had know from the start what she is?" He shook his head. "If I had met her now... my first instinct would be to protect Dorian from her.Celaena was a fraction of Aelin - both good and bad. But Aelin... she is Celaena, and she is queen, and she is the Fire-Bringer. I fell in love with a facet, and I panicked when I realized it was a fraction of the whole - when I saw that power, that heritage, and... it was not a part of my plans.Rowan Whitethorn saw everything. From the moment he met her, he saw all of Aelin. And he was not afraid. I don't blame either of them for falling in love. I don't blame her... I was what Celaena need after Endovier. But Rowan is who Aelin needs - forever. By Sarah J. Maas Aelin Loved Start Celaena Fraction

And slowly, wobbling, a droplet of water the size of a marble rose from the surface to her cupped palm."No wonder your sense of self-preservation is so pathetic, if that's all the water you can conjure." But Rowan flicked her chin, and she knew he understood what it meant, to have summoned even a droplet to her hand. To feel her mother smiling at her from realms away. By Sarah J. Maas Water Wobbling Droplet Slowly Palm

Rowan Whitethorn is a legend. And so is his - what do you call them?""Cadre," she said glumly."The six of them ... " Aedion loosed a breath. "We used to tell stories about them around fires. Their battles and exploits and adventures."She sighed through her nose. "Please, please don't ever tell him that. I'll never hear the end of it, and he'll use it in every argument we have. By Sarah J. Maas Whitethorn Rowan Legend Cadre Aedion

She wondered whether the queen knew. Rowan did. Aedion did. And Arobynn did. He had understood that with Rowan, she was no longer afraid of him; with Rowan, Arobynn was now utterly unnecessary. Irrelevant. By Sarah J. Maas Rowan Knew Arobynn Wondered Queen

He stared at her; she stared right back. Unyielding, unbreakable. They'd been cut from the same cloth. Aedion loosed a breath and looked at their joined hands - then opened his to examine her scarred palm, crisscrossed with the marks of her vow to Nehemia and the cut she'd made the moment she and Rowan became carranam, their magic joining them in an eternal bond. 'It's hard not to think all of your scars are my fault.'Oh. Oh. By Sarah J. Maas Stared Back Unyielding Unbreakable Cut

And tell Rowan," Aelin said, fighting her own sob, "that I'm sorry I lied. But tell him it was all borrowed time anyway. Even before today, I knew it was all just borrowed time, but I still wish we'd had more of it." She fought past her trembling mouth. "Tell him he has to fight. He must save Terrasen, and remember the vows he made to me. And tell him . . . tell him thank you - for walking that dark path with me back to the light. By Sarah J. Maas Rowan Aelin Fighting Sob Lied

Rowan stood with his queen in the rain, breathing in her scent, and let her steal his warmth for as long as she needed. By Sarah J. Maas Rowan Rain Breathing Scent Needed

The creature took Aelin's face in its hands, and her sword thudded to the ground, forgotten.Rowan was screaming as the creature pulled her into its arms. As she stopped fighting. As her flames winked out and darkness swallowed her whole. By Sarah J. Maas Creature Aelin Hands Ground Forgottenrowan

Rowan lifted his eyebrows. Are you all right?She nodded. I just want to get through these two days and be done with it."That will never stop being strange," Aedion muttered."Deal with it," she told him, carrying the suit into the bedroom. "Let's go hunt ourselves a pretty little demon. By Sarah J. Maas Rowan Eyebrows Lifted Aedion Deal

You and I have always relished damning the odds. By Sarah J. Maas Odds Relished Damning

At dinner, she'd seen the expression flash across his face when he caught Aelin and Rowan smiling at each other. All of Arobynn's jabs and stories had failed to find their mark tonight because Aelin had been too lost in Rowan to hear. She wondered whether the queen knew. Rowan did. Aedion did. And Arobynn did. By Sarah J. Maas Aelin Rowan Dinner Arobynn Expression

You deserve to be happy, he said. And meant it. She deserved the joy he so often glimpsed on her face when Rowan was near - deserved the wicked laughter she shared with Aedion, the comfort and teasing with Lysandra. She deserved happiness, perhaps more than anyone. By Sarah J. Maas Happy Deserved Deserve Aedion Lysandra

He gripped her hard, forcing her to meet his eyes as he snarled, "I see you. I see every part of you. And I am not afraid."I will not be afraid.A line in the burning brightness.My name is Aelin Ashryver Galathynius . . .And I will not be afraid. By Sarah J. Maas Hard Forcing Snarled Gripped Meet

Aelin slumbered beside him, her breathing deep and even, yet again wearing one of his shirts. Some primal part of him snarled in satisfaction at the sight, at knowing she was covered in his scent. By Sarah J. Maas Aelin Shirts Slumbered Breathing Deep

I know you two are old and up past your bedtime so ill keep this quick. By Sarah J. Maas Quick Past Bedtime Ill

The feeling that passed between them, so powerful there was no language to describe it... It was not mere friendship, but something born of and strengthened by it. By Sarah J. Maas Feeling Passed Powerful Language Describe

She realized that Rowan saw each of those thoughts and more as he reached into his tunic and pulled out a dagger. Her dagger. He extended it to her, it's long blade gleaming as if he'd been secretly polishing and caring for it these months.And when she grasped the dagger, it's weight lighter than she remembered, Rowan looked into her eyes, into her very core of her, and said, 'Fireheart'. By Sarah J. Maas Dagger Rowan Realized Thoughts Reached

She yawned, and Rowan rubbed his eyes, his other hand still in hers. But he didn't let go. And when she awoke before dawn, warm and safe and rested, Rowan was still holding her hand, clasped to his chest. By Sarah J. Maas Rowan Yawned Eyes Rubbed Hand

Aedion yawned - the lousiest attempt at one Rowan had ever seen - and excused himself. By Sarah J. Maas Rowan Aedion Yawned Lousiest Attempt

Aelin swiped up the emeralds in a hand, picking them over as she glanced at Rowan beneath her lashes. "She must be a rare, staggering beauty to make you so faithful."Gods save them all. He could have sworn Fenrys coughed behind him.Aelin chucked the emeralds into the metal dish as if they were bits of copper, their plunking the only sound. "She must be clever" - plunk - "and fascinating" - plunk - "and very, very talented." Plunk, plunk, plunk went the emeralds. She examined the four gems remaining in her hands. "She must be the most wonderful person who ever existed. By Sarah J. Maas Rowan Plunk Emeralds Aelin Picking

And if I asked for the moon on a string?" - Sorsha By Sarah J. Maas Sorsha String Asked Moon

I don't know why I feel so tremendously ashamed of myself for leaving them. Why it feels so selfish and horrible to paint. I shouldn'tshouldn't feel that way, should I? I know I shouldn't, but I can't help it."The rose hung limply from my fingers. "All those years, what I did for them ... And they didn't try to stop you from taking me. By Sarah J. Maas Feel Tremendously Ashamed Leaving Feels

As she walked through the foggy streets toward the ramshackle docks, Celaena had prayed Yrene Towers wasn't foolish enough to tell anyone - especially the innkeeper - about the money. Prayed Yrene Towers seized her life with both hands and set out for the pale-stoned city of Antica. Prayed that somehow, years from now, Yrene Towers would return to this continent, and maybe, just maybe, heal their shattered world a little bit. By Sarah J. Maas Yrene Towers Celaena Prayed Docks

Maybe. Maybe. He said, "Does Dorian actually matter, or is he a pawn for Terrasen?""Don't even start with that." For a moment he thought she was done, but than she spat, "Killing him, Chaol, would be a mercy. Killing him would be a gift.""I can't make the shot," Nesryn said again-a bit more sharply."Touch him," Chaol said, "and I'll make sure those bastards down there find Aedion."Nesryn silently turned to them, slackening her bow. It was the only card he had to play, even if it made him a bastard as well.The wrath Chaol found in Aelin's eyes were world-ending."You bring my court into this, Chaol," Aelin said with lethal softness, "and I don't care what you were to me, or what you have done to help me. You betray them, you hurt them, and I don't care how long it takes, or how far you go: I'll burn you and your gods-damned kingdom to ash. Then you'll learn just how much of a monster I can be."Too far. He'd gone too far. By Sarah J. Maas Chaol Nesryn Killing Aelin Terrasen

I barely registered moving into the long gallery, one hand absentmindedly wrapping around my throat as I looked up at the paintings.So many, so different, yet all arranged to flow together seamlessly... Such different views and snippets and angles of the world. Pastorals, portraits, still lifes . . . each a story and an experience, each a voice shouting or whispering or singing about what that moment, that feeling, had been like, each a cry into the void of time that they had been here, had existed. Some had been painted through eyes like mine, artists who saw in colors and shapes I understood. Some showcased colors I had not considered; these had a bend to the world that told me a different set of eyes had painted them. A portal into the mind of a creature so unlike me, and yet . . . and yet I looked at its work and understood, and felt, and cared. By Sarah J. Maas Gallery Seamlessly Barely Registered Moving

The great joy and honour of my life has been to know you. To call you my family. And I am grateful - more than I can possibly say - that I was given this time with you all By Sarah J. Maas Great Joy Honour Life Family

My dreams have been filled with shadows and wings - the booming of wings soaring between mountain passes. By Sarah J. Maas Passes Wings Dreams Filled Shadows

I'm not married," he said softly, "because I can't stomach the idea of marrying a woman inferior to me in mind and spirit. It would mean the death of my soul. By Sarah J. Maas Married Softly Spirit Stomach Idea

He shook the hair out of his face. "I'm not interested in court ladies," he said thickly, and kissed her. His mouth was warm, and his lips were smooth, and Celaena lost all sense of time and place as she slowly kissed him back. He pulled away for a moment, looked into her eyes as they opened, and kissed her again. It was different this time - deeper, full of need. By Sarah J. Maas Kissed Face Shook Hair Time

He'd seen the deadness in her eyes that night in the tunnels, along with the wrath and exhaustion and sorrow. He'd see her go over the edge when Nehemia died, and knew what she'd done to Grave in retribution. He didn't doubt for one heartbeat that she could snap again. There was such glittering darkness in her, an endless rift straight through her core. Nehemia's death had shattered her. What he had done, his role in that death, had shattered her, too. He just prayed she could piece herself back together again. By Sarah J. Maas Tunnels Sorrow Deadness Eyes Night

My name is Celaena Sardothien," she whispered, "and I will not be afraid. By Sarah J. Maas Sardothien Celaena Whispered Afraid

When she opened her eyes, she was in shadow - shadow, but dry and warm, thanks to the massive wing shielding her from the elements and the heat of Abraxos's breath filling the space like a little furnace. He was still snoozing - a deep, heavy sleep. She had to brush ice crystals off his outstretched wing before he came awake. By Sarah J. Maas Shadow Abraxos Eyes Warm Furnace

They say you came back different. Came back wrong." A crow's laugh. "I never bother to tell them I think you came back right. Came back right at last." A By Sarah J. Maas Back Wrong Laugh Crow Bother

He was done with politics and intrigue. He loved her, and no empire, no king, and no earthly fear would keep him from her. No, if they tried to take her from him, he'd rip the world apart with his bare hands. And for some reason, that didn't terrify him. By Sarah J. Maas Intrigue Politics Empire King Loved

He suddenly felt the urge to kiss her-hard- upon the mouth. But this- what he felt, it could never be real. Because once the ball was over, she would go back to being an assassin, and he would still be a prince. Dorian swallowed hard. For tonight, though ... He held her closer. Everyone transformed into mere shadows on the wall. By Sarah J. Maas Herhard Mouth Felt Suddenly Urge

In the garden, the Captain of the Guard stared up at the young woman's balcony, watching as she waltzed alone, lost in her dreams. But he knew her thoughts weren't of him.She stopped and stared upward. Even from a distance, he could see the blush upon her cheeks. She seemed young - no, new. It made his chest ache. Still, he watched, watched until she sighed and went inside. She never bothered to look below. By Sarah J. Maas Captain Guard Garden Balcony Watching

That was when they noticed that every musician on the stage was wearing mourning black. That was when they shut up. And when the conductor raised his arms, it was not a symphony that filled the cavernous space.It was the Song of Eyllwe.Then Song of Fenharrow. And Melisande. And Terrasen. Each nation that had people in those labour camps.And finally, not for pomp or triumph, but to mourn what they had become, they played the Song of Adarlan. When the final note finished, the conductor turned to the crowd, the musicians standing with him. As one, they looked to the boxes, to all those jewels bought with the blood of a continent. And without a word, without a bow or another gesture, they walked off the stage.The next morning, by royal decree, the theatre was shut down.No one saw those musicians or their conductor again. By Sarah J. Maas Song Black Conductor Noticed Stage

For a heartbeat, the silence peeled back long enough for that question to worm its way into her skull, into her skin, into her breath and bones. And in the dark, she remembered. By Sarah J. Maas Heartbeat Skull Skin Bones Silence

When you erupt, girl, make sure it is felt across worlds. By Sarah J. Maas Girl Erupt Make Worlds Felt

My goal was bigger than revenge. My purpose greater than personal retribution. By Sarah J. Maas Revenge Goal Bigger Retribution Purpose

I'm thinking that I was a lonely, hopeless person, and I might have fallen in love with the first thing that showed me a hint of kindness and safety. And I'm thinking maybe he knew that - maybe not actively, but maybe he wanted to be that person for someone. And maybe that worked for who I was before. Maybe it doesn't work for who - what I am now. By Sarah J. Maas Thinking Lonely Hopeless Safety Person

Her whore I might be, but not without my reasons. By Sarah J. Maas Reasons Whore

Her magic sent him sprawling, and it then hurled into Rhysand again - so hard that his head cracked against the stones and the knife dropped from his splayed fingers. No one made a move to help him, and she struck him once more with her power. The red marble splintered where he hit it, spiderwebbing toward me. With wave after wave she hit him. Rhys groaned."Stop," I breathed, blood filling my mouth as I strained a hand to reach her feet. "Please."Rhys's arms buckled as he fought to rise, and blood dripped from his nose, splattering on the marble. His eyes met mine. The bond between us went taut. I flashed between my body and his, seeing myself through his eyes, bleeding and broken and sobbing.I snapped back into my own mind as Amarantha turned to me again. "Stop? Stop? Don't pretend you care, human," she crooned, and curled her finger. I arched my back, my spine straining to the point of cracking, and Rhysand bellowed my name as I lost my grip on the room. By Sarah J. Maas Stop Sprawling Rhys Magic Hurled

Then, Mother above, Nesta shifted her attention to Cassian, noticing that gleam - what it meant. She snarled softly, "What are you looking at?"Cassian's brows rose - little amusement to be found now. "Someone who let her youngest sister risk her life every day in the woods while she did nothing. Someone who let a fourteen-year-old child go out into that forest, so close to the wall." My face began heating, and I opened my mouth. To say what, I didn't know. "Your sister died - died to save my people. She is willing to do so again to protect you from war. So don't expect me to sit here with my mouth shut while you sneer at her for a choice she did not get to make - and insult my people in the process. By Sarah J. Maas Mother Nesta Cassian Noticing Gleam

Now that we've settled that," Rhys drawled from behind me, "can we please eat? I'm famished." Amren opened her mouth with a wry smile, but he added, "Do not say what you were going to say, Amren." Rhys gave Cassian a sharp look. Both of them were still bruised - but healing fast. "Unless you want to have it out on the roof."Amren clicked her tongue and instead jerked her chin at me. "I heard you grew fangs in the forest and killed some Hybern beasts. Good for you, girl.""She saved his sorry ass is more like it," Mor said, filling her glass of wine. "Poor little Rhys got himself in a bind."I held out my own glass for Mor to fill. "He does need unusual amounts of coddling."Azriel choked on his wine, and I met his gaze - warm for once. Soft, even. I felt Rhys tense beside me and quickly looked away from the spymaster By Sarah J. Maas Amren Rhys Eat Settled Drawled

Would you like me to grovel with gratitude for bringing me here, High Lord?""Ah. The Suriel told you nothing important, did it?"That smile of his sparked something bold in my chest. "He also said that you liked being brushed, and if I'm a clever girl, I might train you with treats."Tamlin tipped his head to the sky and roared with laughter. Despite myself, I let out a quiet laugh. "I might die of surprise," Lucien said behind me. "You made a joke, Feyre."I turned to look at him with a cool smile. "You don't want to know what the Suriel said about you." I flicked my brows up, and Lucien lifted his hands in defeat."I'd pay good money to hear what the Suriel thinks of Lucien," Tamlin said.A cork popped, followed by the sounds of Lucien chugging the bottle's contents and chuckling with a muttered, "Brushed. By Sarah J. Maas High Lord Lucien Suriel Tamlin

Ah. The Suriel told you nothing important, did it?" That smile of his sparked something bold in my chest. "He also said that you like being brushed, and if I'm a clever girl, I might train you with treats." Tamlin tipped his head to the sky and roared with laughter. Despite myself, I let out a soft laugh. "I might die of surprise," Lucien said behind me. "You made a joke, Feyre." I turned to look at him with a cool smile. "You don't want to know what the Suriel said about you." I flicked my brows up, and Lucien lifted his hands in defeat. By Sarah J. Maas Suriel Lucien Smile Feyre Important

Don't react," Lucien said, forcing his gaze ahead, too, the metal eye going still and silent. "No matter what you feel or see, don't react. Don't look. Just stare ahead." I started trembling, gripping the reins in my sweaty hands. I might have wondered if this was some kind of horrible joke, but Lucien's face had gone so very, very pale. Our horses' ears flattened against their heads, but they continued walking, as if they'd also understood Lucien's command. And then I felt it. By Sarah J. Maas React Lucien Forcing Silent Ahead

Please - please just do this for me," Tamlin said, stroking his stallion's thick neck as the beast nickered with impatience. The others had already moved their horses into easy canters, the first of them nearly within the shade of the woods. Tamlin jerked his chin toward the alabaster estate looming behind me. "I'm sure there are things to help with around the house. Or you could paint. Try out that new set I gave for you for Winter Solstice. By Sarah J. Maas Tamlin Stroking Impatience Stallion Thick

Do you know how far the wall is from the mines?" He gave her blank look. She closed her eyes and sighed dramatically. "From my shaft, it was three hundred sixty-three feet. I had someone measure.""So?" Dorian repeated."Captain Westfall, how far do slaves make it from the mines when they try to escape?""Three feet," he muttered. "Endovier sentries usually shoot a man down before he's moved three feet."The Crown Prince's silence was not her desired effect. "You knew it was suicide," he said at last, the amusement gone. Perhaps it had been a bad idea to bring up the wall. "Yes." ... "I never intended to escape. By Sarah J. Maas Feet Escape Mines Wall Captain

She was surprised that her hands had not forgotten, that somewhere in her mind, after a year of darkness and slavery, music was still alive and breathing. That somewhere, between the notes, was Sam. She forgot about time as she drifted between pieces, voicing the unspeakable, opening old wounds, playing and playing as the sound forgave and saved her. By Sarah J. Maas Forgotten Mind Slavery Music Breathing

I found him carefully studying me, his lips in a thin line. "Has anyone ever taken care of you?" he asked quietly."No." I'd long since stopped feeling sorry for myself about it. By Sarah J. Maas Line Found Carefully Studying Lips

Tall, broad-shouldered, every inch of him seemingly corded with muscle, he was a male blooded with power. He paused in a dusty shaft of sunlight, his silver hair gleaming. As if his delicately pointed ears and slightly elongated canines weren't enough to scare the living shit out of everyone in that alley, including the now-whimpering madwoman behind Celaena, a wicked-looking tattoo was etched down the left side of his harsh face, the whorls of black ink stark against his sun-kissed skin. By Sarah J. Maas Tall Broadshouldered Muscle Power Inch

Rhys gave no warning as he gripped my arm, snarling softly, and tore off my glove. His touch was like a brand, and I flinched, yielding a step, but he held firm until he'd gotten both gloves off. " I heard you begging someone, anyone, to rescue you, to get you out. I heard you say no." "I didn't say anything." He turned my bare hand over, his hold tightening as he examined the eye he'd tattooed. He tapped the pupil. Once. Twice. " I heard it loud and clear. By Sarah J. Maas Heard Rhys Arm Snarling Softly

Sunset's Passions," he read, and opened the book to a random page to read aloud. "'His hands gently caressed her ivory, silky br- " His eyes widened. "By the Wyrd! Do you actually read this rubbish? What happened to Symbols of Power and Eyllwe Customs and Culture?" ... "You may borrow it when I'm done. If you read it, your literary experience will be complete. And," she added with a coy smile, "it will give you some creative ideas of things to do with your lady friends. By Sarah J. Maas Passions Read Sunset Aloud Opened

Your fussy nursemaid of a wyvern is fine, by the way. I don't know how you wound up with a sweet thing like that for a mount, but he's content to sprawl in the sun on the foredeck. Can't say it makes the sailors particularly happy - especially cleaning up after him."Find somewhere safe, she'd told Abraxos. Had he somehow found the queen? Somehow known this was the only place she might stand a chance of surviving? By Sarah J. Maas Fine Fussy Nursemaid Wyvern Find

He studied the threshold to the bedroom hallway. "Azriel, Mor, Amren, and Cassian," he said, marking the eyes I'd painted. "You do know that one of them is going to paint a moustache under the eyes of whoever pisses them off that day."I clamped my lips to keep the smile in. "Oh, Mor already promised to do that. By Sarah J. Maas Mor Hallway Azriel Amren Studied

The snow fell and fell, dancing and curling like sparkling spindrifts, the white fresh and clean against the brown and gray of the world. And despite myself, despite my numb limbs, I quieted that relentless, vicious part of my mind to take in the snow-veiled woods. Once By Sarah J. Maas Fell Dancing Spindrifts World Snow

If there were music and movements that embodied the wildness and recklessness and immortality of youth, they were here, on this dance floor. Doneval By Sarah J. Maas Youth Floor Music Movements Embodied

You will make mistakes. You will make decisions, and sometimes you will regret those choices. Sometimes there won't be a right choice, just the best of several bad options. I don't need to tell you that you can do this-you know you can. By Sarah J. Maas Make Mistakes Choices Choice Decisions

I whirled, and through the night drifting away like smoke on a wind, I found Rhysand straightening the lapels of his black jacket. "Hello, Feyre darling," he purred. By Sarah J. Maas Rhysand Whirled Wind Jacket Feyre

Will you be ashamed of me if I admit that I'm not sure I'm ready for that sort of battling?'He took my face in his hands, kissing me once. 'Never. I can never be ashamed of you. Certainly not over this...If you eevr wish to fight by my side, it will be my honor.''I feel like a coward now.''No one would ever think that of you--not with all you have done, Feyre.' A pause. 'War is ugly, and messy, and unforgiving. The soldiers doing the fighting are only a fraction of it. Don't underestimate how far it goes for them to see you here-- to see you tending to the wounded and participating in these meetings and councils. By Sarah J. Maas Ashamed Battling Hands Kissing Admit

As Lorcan stared down at Lysandra, his blood-splattered face impassive. "Out of the way, shifter."Lysandra had held up a slender hand- and Lorcan paused. The shape-shifter pressed her other hand against her stomach, her face blanching. But then she smiled and said, "You forgot to say 'please.' "Lorcan's dark brows flattened. "I don't have time for this." He made to step around her, shove her aside.Lysandra vomited black blood all over him.Rowan didn't know whether to laught or cringe as Lysandra, panting, gaped at Lorcan, and at the blood on his neck and chest. Slowly, too slowly, Lorcan looked down at himself.She pressed a hand over her mouth. "I am-so sorry-"Lorcan didn't even step out of the way as Lysandra vomited on him again, black blood and bits of gore now on the warrior and on the marble floor. By Sarah J. Maas Lorcan Lysandra Hand Impassive Blood

I would not be weak again. I would not be dependent on anyone else. I would never have to endure the touch of the Attor as it dragged me because I was too helpless to know where and how to hit. Never again. But By Sarah J. Maas Weak Attor Dependent Hit Endure

No matter what happens," she said quietly, "I want to thank you."Chaol tilted his head to the side. "For what?"Her eyes stung but she blamed it on the fierce wind and blinked away the dampness. "For making my freedom mean something. By Sarah J. Maas Chaol Quietly You Side Matter

Should I thank you for putting on pants?" Lorcan said, his voice no more than a midnight wind. "I didn't want you to feel inadequate," Rowan replied, leaning against the roof door. By Sarah J. Maas Pants Putting Rowan Lorcan Wind

Are you ashamed of what I've done?" she dared to ask. His brow creased. "Why would you ever think that?"She couldn't quite look him in the eye as she ran a finger down the blanket. "Are you?"Aedion was silent long enough that she lifted her head - but found him gazing toward the door, as though he could see through it, across the city, to the captain. When he turned to her, his handsome face was open - soft in a way she doubted many ever saw. "Never," he said. "I could never be ashamed of you. By Sarah J. Maas Dared Ashamed Aedion Creased Brow

A pulse of surprise, of wicked delight against my mental shields, at the dark, membranous wings I knew were now poking over my shoulders. Every icy kiss of rain sent jolts of cold through me. Sensitive-so sensitive, these Illyrian wings.Lucien backed up at step. "What did you do to yourself?" I gave him a little smile. "The human girl you knew died Under the Mountain. I have no interest in spending immortality as a High Lord's pet By Sarah J. Maas Surprise Shields Dark Membranous Shoulders

She was shaking so badly that she tucked her hands into her pockets and clamped her lips together to lock up the words.But they danced in her skull anyway, around and around. You should have gotten Dorian and Sorscha out the day the king butchered those slaves. Did you learn nothing from Nehemia's death? Did you somehow think you could win with your honor intact, without sacrificing something? You shouldn't have left him; how could you let him face the king alone? How could you, how could you, how could you? By Sarah J. Maas Shaking Badly Tucked Hands Pockets

My friend through many dangers. My lover who had healed my broken and weary soul. My mate who had waited for me against all hope, despite all odds. By Sarah J. Maas Dangers Friend Soul Lover Healed

Manon found herself walking toward the wyvern, and stopped with not five feet between them. "He's mine," Manon said, taking in the scars, the limp, the burning life in those eyes. The witch and the wyvern looked at each other for a moment that lasted for a heartbeat, that lasted for eternity. "You're mine," Manon said to him. The wyvern blinked at her, Titus's blood still dripping from his cracked and broken teeth, and Manon had the feeling that he had come to the same decision. Perhaps he had known long before tonight, and his fight with Titus hadn't been so much about survival as it had been a challenge to claim her. As his rider. As his mistress. As his. By Sarah J. Maas Manon Wyvern Titus Mine Found

She would not let that light go out. She would fill the world with it, her lighther gift. She would light up the darkness, so brightly that all who were lost or wounded or broken would find their way to it, a beacon for those who still dwelled in that abyss. It would not take a monster to destroy a monsterbut light, light to drive out the darkness. She was not afraid. She would remake the worldremake it for them, those she had loved with this glorious, burning heart; a world so brilliant and prosperous that when she saw them again in the Afterworld, she would not be ashamed. She would rebuild it for her people, who had survived this long, and whom she would not abandon. She would make for them a kingdom such as there had never been, even if it took until her last breath. She was their queen, and she could offer them nothing less. By Sarah J. Maas Light Darkness World Afterworld Gift

You want to know what I did? I gave him one minute. I gave up one minute of my escape to him. Do you understand what can happen in one minute? Because I gave one to Dorian when he attacked Aedion and me today - to capture us. I gave him a minute, in which the fate of my entire kingdom could have changed forever. I chose the son of my enemy. By Sarah J. Maas Gave Minute Dorian Aedion Escape

I was not supposed to love you. The woman had said that - and then she died. She should not have loved him, and he should not have dared to love her. He deserved this darkness, and once the invisible boundary shattered and the waiting thing pounced, infiltrating and filling him ... he'd have earned it. By Sarah J. Maas Love Supposed Died Woman Darkness

And what's wrong with headstrong girls?" she pressed. "Other than the fact that they're not wooden-headed ninnies who can only open their mouths to give orders and gossip? By Sarah J. Maas Girls Pressed Wrong Headstrong Gossip

Lucien had been prepared to take me against my will. Fae males were territorial, dominant, arrogant - but the ones in the Spring Court ... something had festered in their training. Because I knew - deep in my bones - that Cassian might push and test my limits, but the moment I said no, he'd back off. And I knew that if ... that if I had been wasting away and Rhys had done nothing to stop it, Cassian or Azriel would have pulled me out. They would have taken me somewhere - wherever I needed to be - and dealt with Rhys later. But Rhys ... Rhys would never have not seen what was happening to me; would never have been so misguided and arrogant and self-absorbed. He'd known what Ianthe was from the moment he met her. And he'd understood what it was like to be a prisoner, and helpless, and to struggle - every day - with the horrors of both. By Sarah J. Maas Rhys Lucien Cassian Prepared Court

His wife. Gods above.He was over five hundred years old - and this... this girl, young woman, she-devil, whatever she was, had just bluffed and lied her way into a job. A sword-thrower indeed. By Sarah J. Maas Wife Shedevil Gods Girl Young

She is my mate. And my spy,' I said too quietly. 'And she is the High Lady of the Night Court.''What?' Mor whsipered.I caressed a mental finger down that bond now hidden deep, deep within us, and said, 'If they had removed her other glove, they would have seen a second tatoo on her right arm. The twin to the other. Inked last night, when we crept out, found a priestess, and I swore her in as my High Lady.' ( ... ) 'Not consort, not wife. Feyre is High Lady of the Night Court.' My equal in every way; she would wear my crown, sit on a throne beside mine. Never sidelined, never designated to breeding and parties and child rearing. My queen. By Sarah J. Maas Lady High Night Mate Deep

It's the calm before the storm, Aedion. By Sarah J. Maas Aedion Storm Calm

At the sound of the word, she saw a land of pine and snow, of sun-bleached cliffs and white-capped seas, a land where light was swallowed in the velvety green of bumps and hollows - a land that she had forgotten. By Sarah J. Maas Land Word Snow Seas Hollows

Where are you going?"He looked over his shoulder at me. "If I stay, you won't get any sleep.""Stay," I said. "I promise to keep my hands to myself." Lie - such an outright lie.He gave me a half smile that told me he knew it, too, but nestled down, tugging me into his arms. I wrapped an arm around his waist and rested my head in the hollow of his shoulder.He idly stroked my hair. I didn't want to sleep - didn't want to lose a minute with him - but an immense exhaustion was pulling me away from consciousness, until all I knew was the touch of his fingers in my hair and the sounds of his breathing. By Sarah J. Maas Stay Looked Shoulder Hair Knew

You gave me the truth today, so I'll share mine: even if it meant us being friends again, I don't think I would want to go back to how it was before - who I was before. And this ... " He jerked his chin toward the scattered crystals and the bowl of water. "I think this is a good change, too. Don't fear it."Dorian left, and Chaol opened his mouth, but no words came out. He was too stunned. When Dorian had spoken, it hadn't been a prince who looked at him. It had been a king. By Sarah J. Maas Today Mine Gave Truth Share

Because I made a promise. A promise to my friend that I would see her kingdom freed." She shoved her scarred palm into his face. "I made an unbreakable vow. And you and Maeve - all you gods-damned bastards - are getting in the way of that." She went off down the hillside again. He followed."And what of your own people? What of your own kingdom?""They are better off without me, just as you said."His tattoo scrunched as he snarled. "So you'd save another land, but not yours. Why can't your friend save her own kingdom?""Because she is dead!" She screamed the last word so loudly it burned in her throat. "Because she is dead, and I am left with my worthless life!"He merely stared at her with that animal stillness. When she walked away, he didn't come after her. By Sarah J. Maas Promise Kingdom Made Dead Friend

"As you wish.""But I'd like to remain your friend."He put his hands in his pockets. "Always. By Sarah J. Maas Wish Friend Pockets Remain Put

Of course." He picked up the brown bag of candy on the table. "What's your ... " He trailed off as he weighed the bag in his hands. "Didn't I give you three pounds of candy?"She smiled impishly."You ate half the bag!""Was I supposed to save it?""I would have liked some!""You never told me that.""Because I didn't expect you to consume all of it before breakfast!"She snatched the bag from him and put it on the table. "Well, that just shows poor judgement on your part, doesn't it? By Sarah J. Maas Bag Table Candy Picked Brown

He won every game, yet she hardly noticed. As long as she hit the ball, it resulted in shameless bragging. When she missed - well, even the fires of Hell couldn't compare to the rage that burst from her mouth. He couldn't remember a time when he'd laugh so hard. By Sarah J. Maas Game Noticed Won Hell Ball

The music became a siren song. The melody was my lodestone, and I was powerless against its lure. With each step, I savored the dampness of the grass beneath my bare feet. I didn't remember when I'd lost my shoes. By Sarah J. Maas Song Music Siren Lodestone Lure

Say that you don't love him!" Amarantha shrieked, and the blood on my hands became the blood of that rabbit - became the blood of what I had lost.But I wouldn't say it. Because loving Tamlin was the only thing I had left, the only thing I couldn't sacrifice.A path cleared through my red-and-black vision. I found Tamlin's eyes - wide as he crawled toward Amarantha, watching me die, and unable to save me while his wound slowly healed, while she still gripped his power.Amarantha had never intended for me to live, never intended to let him go."Amarantha, stop this," Tamlin begged at her feet as he clutched the gaping wound in his chest. "Stop. I'm sorry - I'm sorry for what I said about Clythia all those years ago. Please. By Sarah J. Maas Blood Tamlin Amarantha Stop Love

I love you," he repeated, shaking her again. "I have for years. But if I asked you to pick, you'd choose Arobynn, and I. Can't. Take. It.""You're a damned idiot," she breathed grabbing the front of his tunic. "You're a moron and an ass and a damned idiot." He looked like she had hit him. But she went on, and grasped both sides of his face. "Because I'd pick you. By Sarah J. Maas Repeated Shaking Love Idiot Damned

Hisli's tail flicked to the side as the arrow buried itself in the sand just inches behind her rear hooves. But Ansel didn't dare look over he shoulder. She kept riding, and she did not stop. Celeana lowered her bow and watched until Ansel disappeared beyond the horizon. One arrow, that had been her promise. But she's also promised Ansel that she's had twenty minutes to get out of range. Celeana had fired after twenty-one. By Sarah J. Maas Ansel Hisli Hooves Tail Flicked

Those two in the antechamber," he added, eyes sparkling, "might not be on that list of people you should bother knowing, if they keep banging on the door like children."Another pound, emphasized by the first male voice saying, "You know we can hear you, prick.""Secondly," Rhys went on, "in regard to the two bastards at my door, it's up to you whether you want to meet them now, or head upstairs like a wise person, take a nap since you're still looking a little peaky, and then change into city- apropriate clothing while I beat the hell out of them for talking to his High Lord like that. By Sarah J. Maas Rhys Door Prick High Lord

Rhysand's face became a mask of calm fury as he stared and stared at me. "I remember you," he purred. "It seems like you ignored my warning to stay out of trouble. By Sarah J. Maas Stared Rhysand Face Mask Calm

She bellowed the last word with such soul-deep hatred that he felt it like a punch to the gut. By Sarah J. Maas Gut Bellowed Word Souldeep Hatred

What time are we back in the training ring tomorrow?"To his credit, Cassian didn't so much as glance at Nesta as he replied with a lazy smile, "I'd say dawn, but since I'm feeling rather grateful that you're back in one piece, I'll let you sleep in. Let's meet at seven.""I'd hardly call that sleeping in," I said."For an Illyrian, it is," Mor muttered.Cassian's wings rustled. "Daylight is a precious resource.""We live in the Night Court," Mor countered By Sarah J. Maas Cassian Back Nesta Mor Tomorrow

You're back," Sam said, as if he couldn't quite believe it.She lifted her chin, stuffing her hands in her pockets. "Obviously."He tilted his head slightly to the side. "How was the desert?"There wasn't a scratch on him. Of course, her face had healed too but ... "Hot," she said. Sam let out a breathy chuckle. By Sarah J. Maas Back Chin Stuffing Pockets Obviously

She didn't care what this group wanted with her. She didn't care what sort of information they expected to twist from her. When they had taken Chaol, they'd made the biggest mistake of their lives. The last mistake, too. By Sarah J. Maas Care Group Wanted Chaol Mistake

She wouldn't leave him like this, in this cold, dark room.She yanked out of Arobynn's grasp. Wordlessly, she unfastened her cloak and spread it over Sam, covering the damage that had been so carefully inflicted. She climbed onto the wooden table and lay out beside him, stretching an arm across his middle, holding him close.The body still smelled faintly like Sam. And like the cheap soap she'd made him use, because she was so selfish that she couldn't let him have her lavender soap.Celaena buried her face in his cold, stiff shoulder. There was a strange, musky scent all over hima smell that was so distinctly not Sam that she almost vomited again. It clung to his golden-brown hair, to his torn, bluish lips.She wouldn't leave him.Footsteps heading toward the doorthen the snick of it closing as Arobynn left.Celaena closed her eyes. She wouldn't leave him.She wouldn't leave him. By Sarah J. Maas Sam Leave Arobynn Dark Grasp

That I would never be a gentle grower of things, or someone who burned like fire-but that i would be quiet and enduring and faceted as the night. That I would have beauty, for those who knew where to look, and if people didn't bother to look, but only fear it ... Then I didn't particularly care for them, anyway. By Sarah J. Maas Things Night Gentle Grower Burned

Tell me what to do," he said. "Tell me what to do to help you." Rhys kept the plate beyond reach. He spoke again, and as if the words tumbling out loosened his grip on his power, talons of smoke curled over his fingers and great wings of shadow spread from his back. "Months and months, and you're still a ghost. Does no one there ask what the hell is happening? Does your High Lord simply not care?" He did care. Tamlin did care. Perhaps too much. "He's giving me space to sort it out," I said, with enough of a bite that I barely recognized, my voice. "Let me help you," Rhys said. "We went through enough Under the Mountain - -" I flinched. "She wins," Rhys breathed. "That bitch wins if you let yourself fall apart. By Sarah J. Maas Rhys Care Months Wins Mountain

Behind them, across the hall, the dancers shattered their roses on the floor, and Aedion grinned at his queen as the entire world went to hell. By Sarah J. Maas Aedion Hall Floor Hell Dancers

Celaena?" Sam asked into the dark. "Should I worry about going to sleep?"She blinked, then laughed under her breath. At least Sam took her threats somewhat seriously. By Sarah J. Maas Celaena Sam Dark Sleep Blinked

Kaltain just squeezed Elide's fingers. "You find Celaena Sardothien. Give her this. No one else. No one else. Tell her that you can open any door, if you have the key. And tell her to remember her promise to me - to punish them all. When she asks why, tell her I said that they would not let me bring the cloak she gave me, but I kept a piece of it. To remember that promise she made. To remember to repay her for a warm cloak in a cold dungeon. By Sarah J. Maas Elide Kaltain Fingers Remember Squeezed

But I couldn't ... I couldn't stop being around you, and loving you, and wanting you. I still can't stay away. By Sarah J. Maas Stop Loving Wanting Stay

I am not mortal. I do not play by your rules. I have killed and hunted men for sport. Do not mistake me for a human woman, princeling. By Sarah J. Maas Mortal Rules Princeling Sport Play

Rhys straightened. "You'd- make me food?" "Heat," I said. "I can't cook."It didn't seem to make a difference. But whatever it was, the act of offering him food... I dumped some cold soup into a pan and lit the burner. "I don't know the rules," I said, my back to him. "So you need to explain them to me."He lingered in the center of the cabin, watching my every move. He said hoarsely, "It's an... important moment when a female offers her mate food. It goes back to whatever beats we were a long, long time ago. But it still matters. The first time matters. Some mated pairs will make an occasion of it- throwing a party just so the female can formally offer mate food... That's usually done amongst the wealthy. But it means that the female... accepts the bond." I stared into the soup. "Tell me the story- tell me everything." He understood my offer: tell me while I cooked, and I'd decide at the end whether or not to offer him that food. By Sarah J. Maas Food Make Rhys Straightened Female

Lorcan had been born from and gifted with darkness. Returning to it was not a difficult task.But letting that glimmering, lovely light before him die out . . . In his ancient, bitter bones, he could not accept it.She had been forgotten - by everyone and everything. And still she had hoped. And still she had been kind to him.And still she had offered him a glimpse of peace in the time he'd known her.She had offered him a home. By Sarah J. Maas Lorcan Darkness Born Gifted Offered

Dorian looked at the carpet, at all the threads woven together. 'What do I do now?' They were gone: the woman he'd lovedand the man he hated. He met her stare. No calculation, no coldness, no pity in those turquoise eyes. Just unflinching honesty, as there had been from the very start with her. 'What do I do?'She had to swallow before she said. 'You light up the darkness. By Sarah J. Maas Dorian Carpet Looked Threads Woven

Murtaugh Allsbrook and his riders spread the news like wildfire. Down every road, over every river, to the north and south and west, through snow and rain and mist, their hooves churning up the dust of each kingdom.And for every town they told, every tavern and secret meeting, more riders went out.More and more, until there was not a road they had not covered, until there was not one soul who did not know that Aelin Galathynius was alive - and willing to stand against Adarlan. Across the White Fangs and the Ruhnns, all the way to the Western Wastes and the red-haired queen who ruled from a crumbling castle. To the Deserted Peninsula and the oasis-fortress of the Silent Assassins. Hooves, hooves, hooves, echoing through the continent, sparking against the cobblestones, all the way to Banjali and the river-front palace of the King and Queen of Eyllwe, still in their midnight mourning clothes.Hold on, the riders told the world.Hold on. By Sarah J. Maas Allsbrook Riders Hooves Murtaugh Wildfire

A city of light and music, watched over by an alabaster castle with an opal tower so bright it could be viewed for miles. The By Sarah J. Maas Music Watched Miles City Light

If Feyre can't be bothered to listen to orders, then I can't be held accountable for the consequences.""Accountable?" I sputtered, placing my hands flat on the table. "You cornered me in the hall like a wolf with a rabbit!"Lucien propped an arm on the table and covered his mouth with has hand, his russet eye bright. "While I might have been not myself, Lucien and I both told you to stay in your room," Tamlin said, so calmly that I wanted to rip out my hair.I couldn't help it. Didn't even try to fight the red-hot temper that razed my senses. "Faerie pig!" I yelled, and Lucien howled, almost tipping back in his chair. At the sight of Tamlin's growing smile, I left. By Sarah J. Maas Accountable Feyre Lucien Orders Consequences

His throat bobbled. His kiss that time was deep and thorough, unhurried and intent.I let the dawn creep inside me, let it grow with each movement of his lips and brush of his tongue against mine. Tears pricked beneath my closed eyes.It was the happiest moment of my life. By Sarah J. Maas Bobbled Throat Unhurried Mine Kiss

So, yes, I was jealous of him - because it will always be easy for him. And he will never know what it is to look up at the night sky and wish. By Sarah J. Maas Jealous Easy Night Sky

He locked you up because he knew - the bastard knew what a treasure you are. That you are worth more than land or gold or jewels. He knew, and wanted to keep you all to himself." The words hit me, even as they soothed some jagged piece in my soul. "He did - does love me, Rhysand." "The issue isn't whether he loved you, it's how much. Too much. Love can be a poison." And then he was gone. By Sarah J. Maas Knew Locked Bastard Treasure Rhysand

The king picked up his goblet, swirling the wine inside. 'I didn't receive word that your legion was here.'"They're not."Chaol braced for the execution order, praying he wouldn't be the one to do it. The king said, "I told you to bring them, General.""Here, I was thinking you wanted the plesure of my company. By Sarah J. Maas Goblet Swirling Inside King Picked

You could rattle the stars,that's what scares you the most By Sarah J. Maas Rattle Scares

She didn't want to recall how Nehemia had been used - had used herself - against her, to force her to act. Wanted to pretend she wasn't starting to forget what Nehemia had looked like."Shift again," Rowan ordered, jerking his chin at her. "This time, try to - "She was forgetting what Nehemia looked like. The shade of her eyes, the curve of her lips, the smell of her. Her laugh. The roaring in Celaena's head went quiet, silenced by that familiar nothingness. Do not let that light go outBut Celaena didn't know how to stop it. The one person she could have told, who might have understood . . . She was buried in an unadorned grave, so far from the sun-warmed soil that she had loved. By Sarah J. Maas Nehemia Act Recall Force Celaena

For whatever it's worth, all of this just proves that she doesn't deserve you. I think you know that, too. By Sarah J. Maas Worth Proves Deserve

Why," he asked. "Why did you save her?"She dragged a hand through her hair. [ ... ]"Because that golden-haired witch, Asterin ... ," Aelin said. "She screamed Manon's name the way I screamed yours. By Sarah J. Maas Asked Asterin Aelin Screamed Hair

These days, I am very glad to be a mortal, and to only have to endure this life once. These days, I don't envy you at all.""And before?"It was her turn to stare toward the horizon. "I used to wish I had a chance to see it all- and hated that I never would. By Sarah J. Maas Days Mortal Glad Endure Life

Celaena shuddered. "This conversation's become far too awful to have after eating." she said, slumping against the pillows. "Tell me which one of your little cadre is the handsomest, and if he would fancy me."Rowan choked. "The thought of you with any of my companions makes my blood run cold." "They're that awful? Your kitty-cat friend looked decent enough."Rowan's brows rose high. "I don't think my kitty-cat friend would know what to do with you-nor would any of the others. It would likely end in bloodshed." She kept grinning, and he crossed his arms. "They would likely have very little interest in you, as you'll be old and decrepit soon enough and thus not worth the effort it would take to win you."She rolled her eyes. "Killjoy. By Sarah J. Maas Rowan Celaena Shuddered Awful Kittycat

Wincing, Celaena slumped next to Rowan on the bench, and swore viciously at the pain in her leg, her face, her arms. Swore at the pain in the ass sitting right next to her. By Sarah J. Maas Celaena Rowan Wincing Pain Bench

Saying those words made a sharp, quick panic rise up in her, an aching pain that had her throat closing. "You left me," she repeated. Maybe it was only out of blind terror at the abyss opening up again around her, but she whispered, "I have no one left. No one. By Sarah J. Maas Sharp Quick Closing Words Made

It would have been nice, she supposed. It would have been nice to have one person who knew the absolute truth about herand didn't hate her for it. It would have been really, really nice.She walked away without another word. With each step she took back to her room, that flickering light inside of her guttered.And went out. By Sarah J. Maas Supposed Nice Person Knew Absolute

I claim you, Rowan Whitethorn. I don't care what you say and how much you protest. I claim you as my friend. By Sarah J. Maas Rowan Whitethorn Claim Protest Care

She had lied to him. She had wanted to save lives, yes. But she had gone out there with no intention of saving her own. By Sarah J. Maas Lied Lives Wanted Save Intention

But here- tonight ... the benefits outweighed the costs.""Is that also what you told yourself when you went into my mind?What was the benefit then?"Rhys pushed off the door, crossing to where I sat on the bed. "There are parts of your mind I left undisturbed, things that belong solely to you, and always will. And as for the rest ... " His jaw clenched. "You scared the shit out of me for long while, Feyre. Checking in that way ... I couldn't very well stroll into the Spring court ans ask how you were doing, could I? By Sarah J. Maas Tonight Rhys Mind Benefits Benefit

Having Aelin help him the first time had been awkward enough that he couldn't even go until she started singing a bawdy tune at the top of her lungs and turned on the sink faucet, all the while helping him stand over the toilet. By Sarah J. Maas Aelin Faucet Toilet Time Awkward

You can control your power in human form--keep it dormant. But the moment you switch, the moment you get agitated or angry or afraid, the moment you remember how much your power scares you, your magic rises up to protect you. It doesn't understand that YOU are the source of those feelings, not some external threat. When there IS an outside threat, when you forget to fear your power long enough, you have control. By Sarah J. Maas Moment Power Form Dormant Human

He'd had so many chances over the years to tell her that he loved her - he'd known how much she'd craved those words. But he hadn't spoken them until he needed to use them as weapons. By Sarah J. Maas Words Chances Years Loved Craved

You told me Dorian would fix the world, make it better. But if he's gone, if we made the mistake today in keeping him alive, then I will find another way to attain that future. And another one after that, if I have to. I will keep getting back up, no matter how many times those butchers shove me down. By Sarah J. Maas Dorian World Make Told Fix

And she wondered if it were possible to love someone enough to die from it. If it were possible to love someone enough that time and distance and death were of no concern. By Sarah J. Maas Love Wondered Die Concern Time

The only evidence I had at all that Rhys remained on the premises were the blank copies of the alphabet, along with several sentences I was to write every day, swapping out words, each one more obnoxious than the last:Rhysand is the most handsome High Lord.Rhysand is the most delightful High Lord.Rhysand is the most cunning High Lord. By Sarah J. Maas High Lordrhysand Rhysand Lord Rhys

I was leaving. Just when this place had become more than a sanctuary, when the command of the Suriel had become a blessing and Tamlin far, far more than a savior or friend, I was leaving. It could be years until I saw this house again, years until I smelled his rose garden, until I saw those gold-flecked eyes. Home - this was home. As consciousness left me at last, I thought I heard him speak, his mouth close to my ear. "I love you," he whispered, and kissed my brow. "Thorns and all." He was gone when I awoke, and I was certain I had dreamed By Sarah J. Maas Leaving Years Home Suriel Tamlin

I'm thinking it would be very easy to love you. And easier to call you my friend. By Sarah J. Maas Thinking Easy Love Friend Easier

Even when this world is a whisper of dust between the stars, I will love you. By Sarah J. Maas Stars World Whisper Dust Love

She had awoken this morning and slipped the amethyst ring off her finger. It had felt liked a blessed release, a final shadow lifted from her heart. By Sarah J. Maas Finger Awoken Morning Slipped Amethyst

We get to come back," Aelin said, pushing her hand harder and harder into her wound until the blood stopped, until it was only her tears that flowed. "Dorian, we get to come back from this loss - from this darkness. We get to come back, and I came back for you."She was weeping now, weeping as that wind faded away and her wound knitted closed.The prince's daggers had gone slack in his hands.And on his finger, Athril's golden ring glowed."Fight it," she panted. The sun angled closer. "Fight it. We get to come back. By Sarah J. Maas Aelin Back Harder Fight Dorian

You knew about the labor camps, though. About the massacres.""It is easy to be lied to when you don't know any of those people firsthand. It's easy to believe when your king tells you that the people in Endovier deserve to be there because they're criminals or rebels who tried to slaughter innocent Adarlanian families.""And how many of your countrymen would stand against your king if they, too, learned the truth? If they stopped to consider what it would be like if it were their family, their village, being enslaved or murdered? By Sarah J. Maas Camps Knew Labor Easy People

You're not going to believe me," Aelin went on. "What I've just said, you're not going to believe me. I know it--and that's fine. I don't expect you to. When you're ready, I'll be here.""You're the Queen of Terrasen. You can't be.""Says who? We are the masters of our own fates--we decide how to go forward." She squeezed his hand. "You're my friend, Dorian. By Sarah J. Maas Aelin Terrasen Dorian Queen Fine

Thirty minutes later, Rowan was still staring up at the ceiling, teeth gritted as he calmed the roaring inhis veins that was steadily shredding through his self-control.That gods-damned nightgown.Shit.He was in such deep, unending shit. By Sarah J. Maas Godsdamned Rowan Thirty Ceiling Teeth

I belong to NO ONE. But my heart belongs to you By Sarah J. Maas Belong Belongs Heart

I want you to know ... " His lips trembled, and I brushed away the tear that escaped down his cheek. "I want you to know," I whispered, "that I am broken and healing, but every piece of my heart belongs to you. And I am honored - honored to be your mate. By Sarah J. Maas Honored Trembled Cheek Lips Brushed

Fleetfoot turned to look up at Celaena, her golden eyes full of question. Celaena reached down to stroke the warm head, the long ears, the slender muzzle. But the question remained. Celaena said, "She's never coming back." The dog kept waiting. By Sarah J. Maas Celaena Fleetfoot Turned Golden Eyes

She was too stunned to object as her mother slipped the chain over her head and arranged the amulet down her front. It hung almost to her navel, a warm, heavy weight. "Never take it off. Never lose it." Her mother kissed her brow. "Wear it, and know that you are loved, Fireheart - that you are safe, and it is the strength of this" - she placed a hand on her heart - "that matters. Wherever you go, Aelin," she whispered, "no matter how far, this will lead you home. By Sarah J. Maas Front Stunned Object Slipped Chain

You can be a pawn, be someone's reward, and spend the rest of your immortal life bowing and scraping and pretending you're less than him, than Ianthe, than any of us. If you want to pick that road, then fine. A shame, but it's your choice." The shadow of wings rippled again. "But I know you - more than you realize, I think - and I don't believe for one damn minute that you're remotely fine with being a pretty trophy for someone who sat on his ass for nearly fifty years, then sat on his ass while you were shredded apart - " "Stop it - ""Or," he plowed ahead, "you've got another choice. You can master whatever powers we gave to you, and make it count. You can play a role in this war. Because war is coming one way or another, and do not try to delude yourself that any of the Fae will give a shit about your family across the wall when our whole territory is likely to become a charnel house." I stared By Sarah J. Maas Ianthe Pawn Reward Spend Rest

I want to take my time with you - to learn ... every inch of you. And this apartment has very, very thin walls. I don't want to have an audience" he added as he leaned down again, brushing his mouth over the cut at the base of her throat, "when I make you moan, Aelin. By Sarah J. Maas Learn Time Aelin Walls Inch

His short black hair gleamed like a raven's feathers, off-setting his pale skin and blue eyes so deep they were violet, even in the firelight. By Sarah J. Maas Feathers Offsetting Violet Firelight Short

I rubbed my left forearm and hand, the entirety of which was now covered in swirls and whorls of black ink. Even my fingers weren't spared, and a large eye was tattooed in the center of my palm. It was feline, and its slitted pupil stared right back at me. By Sarah J. Maas Hand Ink Rubbed Left Forearm

What have you done to me?"Rhysand stood, running a hand through his short, dark hair. It's custom in my court for bargains to be permanently marked upon flesh."I rubbed my left forearm and hand, the entirety of which was now covered in swirls and whorls of black ink. Even my fingers weren't spared, and a large eye was tattooed in the center of my palm. It was feline, and its slitted pupil stared right back me. "Make it go away," I said, and he laughed."You humans are truly grateful creatures, aren't you? By Sarah J. Maas Rhysand Stood Running Short Dark

This was the least she owed those murdered in Endovier and Calaculla - the least she could do, after so long. A monster to destroy monsters.The flames on her left hand burned brighter as Celaena stepped beyond the archway and into the beckoning abyss. By Sarah J. Maas Calaculla Endovier Long Owed Murdered

He studied the warehouse door. "I wouldn't put it past Lorcan to return the favor you dealt him tonight. He forgets and forgives even less easily than you do. Especially when someone threatens to cut off his manhood." "At least I said it would be a big mistake," she said with a fiendish grin. "I was tempted to say 'little.'" Rowan laughed, his eyes dancing. "Then you definitely would have been dead. By Sarah J. Maas Door Studied Warehouse Lorcan Tonight

The people who had once dwelled within these lands had not met easy or pleasant ends. She could feel their pain even now, whispering through the stones, rippling through the water. That marsh beast that had snuck up on her last night was the mildest of the horrors here. By Sarah J. Maas Ends People Dwelled Lands Met

He hated him for the twenty-three year old his mother had been, younger than he now was when she'd died, alone and sorrowful. By Sarah J. Maas Younger Died Sorrowful Hated Twentythree

As the memory of that day echoed through her, she remembered the words Sam kept screaming at Arobynn, as the King of the Assassins beat her, the words that she'd somehow forgotten in the fog of pain: I'll kill you! Sam had said it like he meant it. He'd bellowed it, again and again and again ... By Sarah J. Maas Words Arobynn King Assassins Sam

Wherever you need to go ... Gods or fate or just pure coincidence and kindness, it was a gift. This was a gift. The world was wide-open - wide-open and hers for the taking, if she dared. She could go to Antica, attend the Torre Cesme, go anywhere she wished.If she dared.Yrene smiled.An hour later, no one stopped Yrene Towers as she walked out of the White Pig and never looked back. By Sarah J. Maas Gift Wideopen Antica Cesme Gods

Rowan considered for a moment, and then said, "I have known many kings in my life, Dorian Havilliard. And it was a rare man indeed who asked for help when he needed it, who would put aside pride. By Sarah J. Maas Dorian Havilliard Rowan Moment Life

Then she ripped everything from that well inside her, ripped it out with both hands and her entire raging, hopeless heart. As she fell, hair whipping her face, Celaena thrust her hands toward the skinwalkers."Surprise," she hissed. The world erupted in blue wildfire. By Sarah J. Maas Ripped Raging Hopeless Heart Surprise

When she reached the other two overseers, she let them see her, let them try to draw their blades. She knew it wasn't the weapon in her hands that made them stupid with panic, but rather her eyes - eyes that told them they had been tricked these past few months, that cutting her hair and whipping her hadn't been enough, that she had been baiting them into forgetting that Adarlan's Assassin was in their midst. But By Sarah J. Maas Overseers Blades Reached Draw Eyes

Chaol," he said, looking over his shoulder. Dorian's eyes were frozen, his jaw clenched. "Treat her well. By Sarah J. Maas Chaol Shoulder Treat Dorian Frozen

The ship began moving. And Chaol - the man she hated and loved so much that she could hardly think around him - just stood there, watching her go. By Sarah J. Maas Moving Chaol Ship Began Watching

I'd much rather you licked my wounds for me. My heart pounded, faster and faster, and a strange sort of rush went through my veins as I read the sentence again and again. A challenge. I clamped my lips shut to keep from smiling as I wrote, Lick you where, exactly? The paper vanished before I'd even completed the final mark. His reply was a long time coming. Then, Wherever you want to lick me, Feyre. I'd like to start with "Everywhere," but I can choose, if necessary. By Sarah J. Maas Licked Wounds Faster Lick Feyre

I shut him out. Maybe I'd send a water-dog barking after him later - let it bite him in the ass. I By Sarah J. Maas Shut Ass Send Waterdog Barking

All I wanted was to return to - to the people around me. I wanted it badly enough I didn't have room for fear. The worst had happened, and the darkness was calm and quiet. It did not seem like a bad thing to fade into. But I wanted to go home. By Sarah J. Maas Wanted Return People Fear Badly

She lifted her eyes to his face, and found his gaze lined with silver. "Get up," was all he said. By Sarah J. Maas Face Silver Lifted Eyes Found

But these days ... she didn't know what she needed. What she wanted. If she felt like admitting it, she actually didn't have the faintest clue who the hell she was anymore. All she knew was that whatever and whoever climbed out of that abyss of despair and grief would not be the same person who had plummeted in. And maybe that was a good thing. By Sarah J. Maas Days Needed Wanted Anymore Thing

Shortcoming - another one of my shortcomings. I rubbed my brows with my thumb and forefinger. I'd been equally foolish for feeling a shred of pity for him - for the lone, brooding faerie, for someone I had so stupidly thought would really care if he met someone who perhaps felt the same, perhaps understood - in my ignorant, insignificant human way - what it was like to bear the weight of caring for others. I should have let his hand bleed that night, should have known better than to think that maybe - maybe there would be someone, human or faerie or whatever, who could understand what my life - what I - had become these past few years. By Sarah J. Maas Shortcoming Faerie Human Forefinger Rubbed

Kaltain unleashed the last of her shadowfire, tipping her face to the ceiling, toward a sky she'd never see again. She took every wall and every column. As she brought it all crashing and crumbling around them, Kaltain smiled, and at last burned herself into ash on a phantom wind. By Sarah J. Maas Kaltain Shadowfire Tipping Ceiling Unleashed

She moved like a midnight storm. Whatever training she'd had in Wendlyn, whatever that prince had taught her ... Gods help them all. By Sarah J. Maas Storm Wendlyn Moved Midnight Gods

He'd loved her so much that she still felt the echoes of it, even now. By Sarah J. Maas Loved Felt Echoes

That girl that had needed to be protected, who had craved stability and comfort ... she had died Under the Mountain. I had died, and there had been no one to protect me from those horrors before my neck snapped. So I had done it myself. And I would not, could not, yield that part of me that had awoken and transformed Under the Mountain. By Sarah J. Maas Mountain Protected Comfort Girl Needed

If you can learn to endure pain, you can survive anything. Some people learn to embrace it- to love it. Some endure it through drowning it in sorrow, or by making themselves forget. Others turn it into anger. By Sarah J. Maas Learn Pain Survive Endure People

No fair maiden should die alone, By Sarah J. Maas Fair Maiden Die

My father will hunt you for taking his power if he finds out," he said into the frigid dark. "And kill you for learning how to wield it." "He can get in line," was all I said. By Sarah J. Maas Dark Father Hunt Taking Power

Luck and glory. I wouldn't mind a little of either of those things these days. By Sarah J. Maas Luck Glory Days Mind Things

You survived; I survived. We're together again. I once begged the gods to let me see you - if only for a moment. To see you and know you'd made it. Just once; that was all I ever hoped for. By Sarah J. Maas Survived Moment Begged Gods Made

She faced Chaol. The wind ripped a few strands of hair from her braid, and she tucked them behind her ears. "No matter what happens," she said quietly, "I want to thank you." Chaol tilted his head to the side. "For what?" Her eyes stung, but she blamed it on the fierce wind and blinked away the dampness. "For making my freedom mean something." He didn't say anything; he just took the fingers of her right hand and held them in his, his thumb brushing the ring she wore. "Let the second duel commence," the king boomed, waving a hand toward the veranda. Chaol squeezed her hand, his skin warm in the frigid air. "Give him hell," he said. By Sarah J. Maas Chaol Faced Hand Wind Braid

The Keep was in chaos. Witches and humans were running around, shouting.Magic.Magic was free.Not possible.But she could feel it, even with the collar around her neck and that scar on her arm.The loosing of some great beast inside her.A beast who purred at the shadowfire. By Sarah J. Maas Chaos Beast Witches Shadowfire Humans

All Rowan now had to offer his queen were the strength of his sword, the depth of his magic, and the loyalty of his heart. Such things did not win wars. By Sarah J. Maas Rowan Sword Magic Heart Offer

She was indeed a bit terrified of the icy rage rippling from him as Dorian said, "Because she died. And even before she did, this world saw to it that she suffered, and was afraid, and alone. And even though no one will remember who she was, I do. I will never forget the color of her eyes, the way she smiled. And I will never forgive them for taking it away. By Sarah J. Maas Dorian Died Bit Terrified Icy

There was a second scream then, from the mountains. From the Blueblood Matron, screaming for her daughter as she plummeted down to the rocks below. The other Bluebloods whirled, but they were too far away, their wyverns too slow to stop that fatal plunge.But Abraxos was not.And Manon didn't know if she gave the command or thought it, but that scream, that mother's scream she'd never heard before, made her lean in. Abraxos dove, a shooting star with his glistening wings.They dove and dove, for the broken wyvern and the still-living witch upon it. By Sarah J. Maas Scream Mountains Dove Abraxos Matron

But he was a filthy pirate. They were Arobynn Hamel's assassin-educated, wealthy, refined. Slavery was beneath them. By Sarah J. Maas Pirate Wealthy Refined Filthy Arobynn

A strange, ever-changing female scent hit him, and Aedion found Lysandra leaning against the hallway door. Tears gleamed in her eyes even as she smiled.She gazed at the closed bedroom door, as if she could still see the prince and queen inside. "That," she said, more to herself than to him. "That is what I am going to find one day.""A gorgeous Fae warrior?" Aedion said, shifting a bit.Lysandra chuckled, wiping away her tears, and gave him a knowing look before walking away. By Sarah J. Maas Lysandra Door Strange Everchanging Female

He didn't know why, but seeing her made him feel like a man. She was something out of a dream - a dream in which he was not a spoiled young prince, but a king. By Sarah J. Maas Man Made Feel Dream Prince

So Rhys went against orders, and marched in his whole legion to get Myriam out. For his friend, for my lover- and for that bastard Drakon's sake. Rhys sacrificed his legion in the process, got all of them captured and tortured afterward. Yet everyone insists Rhysand is soulless, wicked. But the male I knew was the most decent of them all. Better than that prick-prince. You don't lose that quality, no matter the centuries, and Rhys was too smart to do anything but have the vilification of his character be a calculated move. And yet here you are- his mate. The most powerful High Lord in the world lost his mate, and has not yet come to claim her, even when she is defenseless in the woods." Jurian Chuckled. "Perhaps that's because Rhysand has not lost you at all. But rather unleashed you upon us. By Sarah J. Maas Myriam Rhys Orders Legion Marched

Manon gazed westward across the mountains. Hope, Elide had said - hope for a better future. For a home. Not obedience, brutality, discipline. But hope. By Sarah J. Maas Manon Mountains Elide Hope Gazed

It had been love, and I'd meant it-the happiness, the lust, the peace... I'd felt all of those things. Once. By Sarah J. Maas Love Happiness Lust Peace Meant

That wildness, that untamed fierceness ... They weren't born of a free heart, but of one that had known despair so complete that living brightly, living violently, was the only way to outrun it. By Sarah J. Maas Wildness Fierceness Untamed Living Heart

Hush. Your hair was so pretty. I was hoping you'd let me braid it one day. I suppose I'll have to buy a pony instead. By Sarah J. Maas Hush Pretty Day Hair Hoping

She had once believed that she'd been born to be a queen.She had since learned that she'd been born to be a wolf. By Sarah J. Maas Born Wolf Believed Queenshe Learned

Thank you," Archer said again. She kept walking, listening for any sign of him moving to attack her back. "I knew you were a good woman," he said. Celaena halted. Turned. There was a hint of triumph in his eyes. He thought he'd won. Manipulated her again. One foot after another, she walked back toward him with predatory calmness. She stopped, close enough to kiss him. He gave her a wary smile. "No, I'm not," she said. Then she moved, too fast for him to stand a chance. Archer's eyes went wide as she slid the dagger home, jamming it up into his heart. He sagged in her arms. She brought her mouth to his ear, holding him upright with one hand and twisting the dagger with the other as she whispered, "But Nehemia was. By Sarah J. Maas Archer Back Dagger Eyes Walking

The kiss obliterated her. It was like coming home or being born or suddenly finding an entire half of herself that had been missing. His By Sarah J. Maas Kiss Obliterated Missing Coming Home

Don't you - you don't want your own space?""No," he said baldly. "Unless you do. I need you protecting me from our enemies with your water-wolves. By Sarah J. Maas Space Baldly Waterwolves Protecting Enemies

Mother hold you. May you pass through the gates; may you smell that immortal land of milk and honey. Fear no evil. Feel no pain. May you enter enternity. By Sarah J. Maas Mother Hold Gates Honey Pass

Cauldron save you.Mother hold you.Pass through the gates, and smell that immortal land of milk and honey.Fear no evil.Feel no pain.Go, and enter eternity. By Sarah J. Maas Cauldron Gates Paingo Eternity Save

They'd been forged of the same ore, two sides of the same golden, scarred coin. She'd know it when she spied him atop the execution plataform. She couldn't explain it. No one could understand that instant bond, that soul-deep assurance and rightness, unless they, too, had experienced it. But she owned no explanations to anyone - not about Aedion. By Sarah J. Maas Ore Golden Scarred Coin Forged

Why bother? Maybe the world's not worth saving. She knew he meant it, too. Those lifeless eyes spoke volumes. By Sarah J. Maas Bother Saving Volumes World Worth

Is this necessary?" I said, gesturing to the paint and clothing."Of course," he said coolly. "How else would I know if anyone touches you?"He approached, and I braced myself as he ran a finger along my shoulder, smearing the paint. As soon as his finger left my skin, the paint fixed itself, returning the design to its original form. "The dress itself won't mar it, and neither will your movements," he said, his face close to mine. His teeth were far too near to my throat. "And I'll remember precisely where my hands have been. But if anyone else touches you - let's say a certain High Lord who enjoys springtime - I'll know." He flicked my nose. "And, Feyre," he added, his voice a caressing murmur, "I don't like my belongings tampered with. By Sarah J. Maas Paint Finger Touches Feyre Gesturing

My parents told me any and every fairy-tale from all around the world. I usually gravitated towards ones with interesting, strong heroines. By Sarah J. Maas World Parents Told Fairytale Interesting

Sam glanced at her, a hint of amusement shining in his eyes.Celaena smiled at him, and the world, for one flickering heartbeat, felt right. By Sarah J. Maas Sam World Heartbeat Felt Glanced

You might be my mate, he said, but you remain your own person. You decide your fate - your choices. Not me. You chose yesterday. You choose every day. Forever. By Sarah J. Maas Mate Person Remain Fate Choices

I will kill anyone who harms you," Rhys snarled. "I will kill them, and take a damn long time doing it." He panted. "Go ahead. Hate me - despise me for it. By Sarah J. Maas Rhys Snarled Kill Harms Panted

Flinging it out with his magic, his soul, his cracked heart. Searching for her. Fight it, he willed her, sending the words down the bond - the mating bond, which perhaps had settled into place that first moment they'd become carranam, hidden beneath flame and ice and hope for a better future. Fight her. I am coming for you. Even if it takes me a thousand years. I will find you, I will find you, I will find you. Only By Sarah J. Maas Find Flinging Magic Soul Heart

I'm his subject, and he is my High Lord - " "You are no one's subject." I went rigid at the flash of teeth, the smoke-like wings that flared out. "I will say this once - and only once," Rhysand purred, stalking to the map on the wall. "You can be a pawn, be someone's reward, and spend the rest of your immortal life bowing and scraping and pretending you're less than him, than Ianthe, than any of us. By Sarah J. Maas Subject Lord High Rhysand Ianthe

There's no way in hell I'm getting out of this bed and going for a run, he murmured onto her head. She chuckled quietly. His hands grazed lower, down her back, not even stumbling over the scar tissue. He'd kissed every scar on her back, on her entire body, last night. By Sarah J. Maas Run Head Back Hell Bed

As for Celaena," he said again, "you do not have the right to wish she were not what she is. The only thing you have a right to do is decide whether you are her enemy or her friend. By Sarah J. Maas Celaena Friend Thing Decide Enemy

Her rage took her to a place where she only knew three things: that Chaol had been taken from her, that she was a weapon forged to end lives, and that if Chaol was hurt, no one was going to walk out of that warehouse. By Sarah J. Maas Chaol Things Lives Hurt Warehouse

Mikhail truly liked Ansel-that much was obvious. he always found excuses to touch her, always smiled at her, always looked at her as if she were the only person in the room. Celeana sloshed her wine around in her glass. If she were being honest, sometimes she thought Sam looked at her that way. But then he'd go and say something absurd, or try to undermine her, and she'd chide herself for even thinking about him. Her stomach tightened. What had Arobynn done to him that night? She should have inquired after him. But in the day's after him, she's been so busy, wrapped up in her rage ... She hadn't dared look for him, actually. Because if Arobynn had hurt Sam the way he'd hurt her ... Celeana drained the rest of her wine. By Sarah J. Maas Anselthat Mikhail Obvious Sam Arobynn

Tamlin didn't stop apologizing for days. He made love to me, morning and night. He worshipped my body with his hands, his tongue, his teeth. But that had never been the hard part. We just got tripped up with the rest. By Sarah J. Maas Tamlin Days Stop Apologizing Morning

Aelin's hand wavered slightly over his wound. "What's your shield made of, then?"Fenrys tried and failed to shrug. But Gavriel muttered from where he worked on the still-whimpering pirate, "Arrogance."Aelin snorted, but didn't dare take her eyes off Fenrys's injury as she said, "So you do have sense of humor, Gavriel." The Lion of Doranelle gave a wary smile over his shoulder. The rare-sighted, restrained twin to Aedion's own flashing grins. Aelin had called him Uncle Kitty-Cat all of one time before Aedion had snarled viciously enough to make her think carefully before using the term again. Gavriel, to his credit, had merely given Aelin a long-suffereing sigh that seemed to be used only when she or Fenrys were around."That sense of humor only appears about once every century," Fenrys rasped, "so you'd better hope you Settle, or else that's the last time you'll see it. By Sarah J. Maas Fenrys Aelin Gavriel Wound Aedion

Her new enemy, but perhaps the monsters needed to look out for each other every now and then.You are too good of a fighter to kill, but if i die here because of you, ill beat the shit out of you in hell By Sarah J. Maas Enemy Kill Ill Hell Monsters

Night Triumphant- and the Stars Eternal. By Sarah J. Maas Triumphant Eternal Stars Night

She scanned the night sky until she located the Stag, the Lord of the North. The unmoving star atop the stag's head - the eternal crown - pointed the way the way to Terrasen. She'd been told that the great rulers of Terrasen turned into those bright stars so their people would never be alone - and would always know the way home. She hadn't set foot there in ten years. While he'd been her master, Arobynn hadn't let her, and afterward she hadn't dared.She had whispered the truth that day at Nehemia's grave. She'd been running for so long that she didn't know what it was to stand and fight. By Sarah J. Maas North Lord Stag Terrasen Scanned

He shifted his arm so he could brush her hair back. His fingers lingered along her jaw. "You make me want to live, too, Aelin Galathynius," he said. "Not exist - but live." He cupped her cheek, and took a steadying breath - as if he'd thought about every word these past three days, over and over again. "I spent centuries wandering the world, from empires to kingdoms to wastelands, never settling, never stopping - not for one moment. I was always looking toward the horizon, always wondering what waited across the next ocean, over the next mountain. But I think ... I think that whole time, all those centuries, I was just looking for you. By Sarah J. Maas Back Shifted Arm Brush Hair

I could barely look at him without wanting to combust By Sarah J. Maas Combust Barely Wanting

The Court of Dreams.The people who knew that there was a price, and one worth paying, for that dream. The bastard- born warriors, the Illyrian half breed, the monster trapped in a beautiful body, the dreamer born into a court of nightmares ... And the huntress with an artist's soul. By Sarah J. Maas Court Price Paying Dream Dreamsthe

What's your name?" he asked above the roar of the music.She leaned close. "My name is Wind," she whispered. "And Rain. And Bone and Dust. My name is a snippet of a half-remembered song."He chuckled a low, delightful sound. She was drunk and silly, and so full of the glory of being young and alive and in the capital of the world that she could hardly contain herself."I have no name," she purred. "I am whoever the keepers of my fate tell me to be."He grasped her by her wrist, running a thumb along the sensitive sknin underneath. "Then let me call you Mine for a dance or two. By Sarah J. Maas Close Asked Roar Musicshe Leaned

Thundering hooves beat the frozen ground, faster and faster as the rider whipped the horse. Snow and mud lay thick on the earth, and rogue snowflakes drifted through the night sky.Celaena ran - swifter than her young legs could manage. Everything hurt, Trees ripped at her dress and hair; stones sliced her feet. She scrambled through the woods, breathing so hard she couldn't muster the air to cry for help. She must reach the bridge. It couldn't cross the bridge.Behind her, a sword shrieked as it was drawn from its sheath.She fell, slamming into mud and rock. The sound of the approaching demon filled the air as she struggled to rise. But the mud held fast, and she could not run.Reaching for a bush, her small hands bleeding, the horse now close behind, she - By Sarah J. Maas Faster Thundering Ground Mud Hooves

She knew he meant it. He'd burn the library, the city or the whole world to ashes if she asked him. It was their bond, marked by blood and scent and something else she couldn't place. A tether as strong as the one that bound her to her parents. Stronger, in some ways. By Sarah J. Maas Knew Meant Library Stronger Burn

I heard every word between you. I knew you could take care of yourself, and yet ... " He went back to his pie, swallowing a bite before continuing. "And yet I found myself deciding that if you took his hand, I would find a way to live with it. It would be your choice." I sipped from my wine. "And if he had grabbed me?"There was nothing but uncompromising will in his eyes. "Then I would have torn apart the world to get you back. By Sarah J. Maas Heard Word Back Knew Care

The Captain of the Guard would be an interesting opponent. Maybe even worthy of some effort on her part. By Sarah J. Maas Captain Guard Opponent Interesting Part

Witches did not mourn, because witches did not love enough to allow it to break them. Even if Asterin, now taking up her place by the Blackbeak Matron's Second, had proved otherwise. By Sarah J. Maas Witches Mourn Asterin Love Break

Maybe I'm just unable to resist how handsome he is," she said. Sam went rigid."He's twelve years older than you.""So?" He didn't think he was serious, did he? By Sarah J. Maas Unable Resist Handsome Sam Rigid

from where she scratched. The Attor and the guards rushed for the queen, but several faeries and High Fae, their masks clattering to the ground, jumped into their path, tackling them. Amarantha screeched, kicking at Tamlin, lashing at him with her dark magic, but a wall of gold encompassed his fur like a second skin. She couldn't touch him. "Tam!" Lucien cried over the chaos. A sword hurtled through the air, a shooting star of steel. Tamlin caught it in a massive paw. Amarantha's scream was cut short as he drove the sword through her head and into the stone beneath. And then closed his powerful jaws around her throat - and ripped it out. Silence fell. By Sarah J. Maas Scratched Fae Tamlin Attor High

He'd never realized how precious the calm moments were. By Sarah J. Maas Realized Precious Calm Moments

Celaena," Chaol said gently. And then she heard the scraping noise as his hand came into view, sliding across the flagstones. His fingertips stopped just at the edge of the white line. "Celaena," he breathed, his voice laced with pain - and hope. This was all she had left - his outstretched hand, and the promise of hope, of something better waiting on the other side of the line. By Sarah J. Maas Chaol Celaena Gently Line Hope

Celaena stood in the tomb, and knew she was dreaming. She often visited the tomb in her dreams - to slay the ridderak again, to be trapped inside Elena's sarcophagus, to face a featureless young woman with golden hair and a crown far too heavy for her to bear - but tonight... tonight, it was just her and Elena, and the tomb was filled with moonlight, not a sign to be seen of the ridderak's corpse. By Sarah J. Maas Tomb Elena Celaena Dreaming Tonight

What's this?" Amarantha said, her voice lilting despite the adder's smile she gave me ... "Just a human thing I found downstairs," the Attor hissed, and a forked tongue darted out between his razor-sharp teeth. By Sarah J. Maas Amarantha Attor Downstairs Hissed Teeth

Aedion touched her shoulder. Welcome home, Aelin. By Sarah J. Maas Aelin Aedion Shoulder Touched Home

I inclined my head slightly, and lowered my shield only long enough to say down the bond: To the dreams that answered.A heartbeat later a sensual caress trailed along my mental shields - a polite request. I let it drop, let him in, and his voice filled my head. To the huntresses who remember to reach back for those less fortunate - and water-wraiths who swim very, very fast. By Sarah J. Maas Slightly Bond Request Head Inclined

With each day he felt the barriers melting. He let them melt. Because of her genuine laugh, because he caught her one afternoon sleeping with her face in the middle of a book, because he knew that she would win. By Sarah J. Maas Melting Day Felt Barriers Melt

Fleetfoot just zoomed on by, a blur of gold.A moment later, when the little librarian came waddling into view and asked if they'd seen a dog, Celaena only shook her head and said that she had heard somethingfrom the opposite direction. And then she told him to keep his voice down, because this was a library.His eyes shooting daggers at her, the man huffed and scuttled away, his shouting a bit softer.When he was gone, Dorian turned to her, brows high on his head. By Sarah J. Maas Celaena Fleetfoot Dog Direction Head

If Elain's mental gates were those of a sleeping garden, Nesta's...They belonged to an ancient fortress, sharp and brutal. The sort I imagined they once impaled people upon. By Sarah J. Maas Nesta Elain Garden Fortress Sharp

When my mate died, it took me a very, very long time to come back."It took her a moment to think of what to say."How long?""Two hundred three years, twenty-seven days ago. By Sarah J. Maas Long Died Back Say Years

My mate. Death incarnate. Night triumphant. By Sarah J. Maas Mate Death Incarnate Night Triumphant

She's your mate, Amren bit at me, not your spy go get her. She is my mate and my spy, I said too quietly. And she is the high lady of the night court. Not a consort,not wife. Feyre is high lady of the night court, my equal in every way. By Sarah J. Maas Amren Court Mate Spy Lady

The stag's enormous head turned slightly - toward the wagon, toward the small window.The Lord of the North.So the people of Terrasen will always know how to find their way home, she'd once told Ansel as they lay under a blanket of stars and traced the constellation of the stag. So they can look up at the sky, no matter where they are, and know Terrasen is forever with them. By Sarah J. Maas Stag Terrasen Lord Ansel Slightly

Because I am lost," she whispered onto the earth. "And I do not know the way. By Sarah J. Maas Lost Earth Whispered

Are you married?""No."She picked at her nails. "I'm not married, either. By Sarah J. Maas Married Nails Picked

Duly noted." Rhys yanked open the drawers and pulled out my undergarments. He dangled the bits of midnight lace and chuckled. "I'm surprised you didn't demand Nuala and Cerridwen buy you something else." I stalked to him, snatching the lace away. "You're drooling on the carpet." I slammed the bathing room door before he could respond. He By Sarah J. Maas Duly Noted Lace Nuala Cerridwen

You and I put on a good show, I said back. The person who said that, husky and sultry - I'd never heard that voice come out of me before. Even in my mind. By Sarah J. Maas Show Back Put Good Husky

Empty - it was utterly empty here. Like a tomb. "Tam?" I called. I bounded up the front steps and into the house. I rushed inside, swearing as I slid on a piece of broken porcelain - the remnants of a vase. Slowly, I turned in the front hall. It looked as if an army had marched through. Tapestries hung in shreds, the marble banister was fractured, and the chandeliers lay broken on the ground, reduced to mounds of shattered crystal. "Tamlin?" I shouted. Nothing. The windows had all been blown out. "Lucien?" No one answered. "Tam?" My voice echoed through the house, mocking me. Alone in the wreckage of the manor, I sank to my knees. He was gone. By Sarah J. Maas Empty Tam Utterly House Front

He looked at his friend, perhaps for the last time, and said what he had always known, from the moment they'd met, when he'd understood that the prince was his brother in soul. I love you. By Sarah J. Maas Friend Time Met Soul Looked

I'm serious," Lucien said as I lifted the glass to my lips, my brows raised. "Remember the last time you ignored my warning?" He poked me in the neck, and I batted his hand away."I also remember you telling me how witchberries were harmless, and the next thing I knew, I was half-delirious and falling all over myself," I said, recalling the afternoon from a few weeks ago. I'd had hallucinations for hours afterwards, and Lucien had laughed himself sick-enough so that Tamlin had chucked him into the reflection pool. By Sarah J. Maas Lucien Lips Raised Remember Lifted

Celaena opened her arms wide, Goldryn burning bright in one hand. "Behold my power, Maeve. Behold what I grapple with in the deep dark, what prowls under my skin."Celaena exhaled a breath and extinguished each and every flame in the city.The power wasn't in might or skill. It was in the control - the power lay in controlling herself. By Sarah J. Maas Goldryn Celaena Behold Wide Hand

There you are. I've been looking for you. His first words to me - not a lie at all, not a threat to keep those faeries away.Thank you for finding her for me. By Sarah J. Maas Words Lie Threat Faeries Awaythank

The King of Adarlan is dead," Manon said. The world stopped. "Aelin Galathynius killed him and shattered his glass castle."Elide covered her mouth with a hand, shaking her head. Aelin... Aelin..."She was aided," Manon went on, "by Prince Aedion Ashryver."Elide began sobbing."And rumor has it Lord Ren Allsbrook is working in the North as a rebel."Elide buried her face in her hands. Then there was a hard, iron-tipped hand on her shoulder.A tentative touch."Hope," Manon said quietly. By Sarah J. Maas Manon King Adarlan Elide Aelin

Once I fall in love, finishing a story leaves a hole in my heart. The characters become your friends. By