We each survive in our own way.

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.

One faerie – and then we were free. Just on more swing of my arm. And maybe one more after that – maybe one more swing, up and inward and into my own heart.

Sam’s hand brushed her shoulder, and she almost jumped out of her skin as he brought his mouth close to her ear and murmured, “You look beautiful. Though I bet you already know that.” She...

Aelin Galathynius smiled at her, hand still outreached. “Get up.” the princess said.Celaena reached across the earth between them and brushed her fingers against Aelin’s.And arose.

He wouldn’t let his servants change the sheets on his bed because they still smelled like her, because he went to sleep dreaming that she was still lying beside him.

Faeries began calling foul play, demanding Tamlin be released from the curse, calling her a liar. Through the haze, I saw Rhysand crouching by Tamlin. Not to help him, but to grab the-“You are all...

Aelin is alive.

She should not remember what it was like to be free.

The Crown Prince of Adarlan stared him down. “And consider where your true loyalties lie.”Once, Chaol might have argued. Once, he might have protested that his loyalty to the crown was his greatest asset. But...

Some things you hear with your ears. Others, you hear with your heart.

His words were coated with glorious boredom

Should I worry about going to sleep?”She blinked, then laughed under her breath. At least Sam took her threats somewhat seriously.

A lovely girl gazing at the stars, and the stars who gazed back.

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.

I was merely observing; I have no agenda.” He looked at his hand, still touching hers. “Where did you get that ring?”She contracted her hand into a fist as she pulled it away from him....

Chaol,” he said, looking over his shoulder. Dorian’s eyes were frozen, his jaw clenched. “Treat her well.

In saving Tamlin, I was to damn myself.

The best lies were always mixed with truth.

You want to know what price I asked for forgiving Arobynn, Celaena? Sam stood so still the he might have been a statue. My price was his oath that he’d never lay a hand on...

The walls weren’t moving, and the room was open – gaping. No colors, but shades of darkness, of night . Only those star-flecked violet eyes were bright, full of color and light. He gave me...

And he looked lonely enough that she said, ‘If you like, you could be my friend’.

I like music,’ she said slowly, ‘because when I hear it, I…I lose myself within myself if that makes any sense. I become empty and full all at once.

Whatever shred of hope he’d had for a future with her was gone. She still felt something for him, she’d admitted, but she would never trust him. She would always hate him for what he’d...

Her hand rose to her lips and she stared up at the stars, feeling her heart grow, and grow, and grow.

They had survived, when so many had not. And no one ­else could understand what it was like to bear it, unless they had lost as much.

His tunic was unbuttoned at the top, and he ran a hand through his blue-black hair before he wordlessly slumped against the wall across from me and slid to the floor.”What do you want?” I...

I was as unburdened as a piece of dandelion fluff, and he was the wind that stirred me about the world.

You could be great. You could rattle the stars. You could do anything if only you dared.

I’d forgotten that human minds are easy to shatter as eggshells,” Rhysand said, and ran a finger across the base of my throat. I shuddered, my eyes burning. “Look at how delighful she is –...

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...

Pity those who don’t feel anything at all.

Why bother? Maybe the world’s not worth saving.” She knew he meant it, too. Those lifeless eyes spoke volumes.

Rhysand stared at me for long enough that I faced him.”Be glad of your human heart, Feyre. Pity those who don’t feel anything at all.

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.

As my friend, you should either bring me along, or keep me company.””Friend?” he asked.She blushed. “Well, ‘scowling escort’ is a better description. Or ‘reluctant acquaintance’, if you prefer.

But death was her curse and her gift, and death had been her good friend these long, long years.

Well, good-bye for now,” he said, rolling his neck as if we hadn’t been talking about anything important at all. He bowed at the waist, those wings vanishing entirely, and had begun to fade into...

I want a husband to warm my bed, and my bed alone.

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...

The girl wore her scars the way some women wore their finest jewelry.

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...

Lucien studied the wine in his goblet. “You don’t hold on to power by being everyone’s friend. And among the faeries, lesser and High Fae alike, a firm hand is needed. We’re too powerful, and...

What – what was I doing the whole time?” So much for Alis’s warning.Lucien let out a sharp breath, running a hand through his red hair. “He had you dance for him for most of...

The girl was alluring. Like wildfire, or a summer storm swept off the Gulf of Oro.

To escape death, she’d become death.

But it shall soon find you!

Sometimes, the wicked will tell us things just to confuse us–to haunt our thoughts long after we’ve faced them.

It was a voice she had heard before, deep and raspy. It made her bones crack and splinter, made her feel the astonishing cold of a winter long since passed.

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...