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.
I can wait,” he said thickly, kissing her collarbone. “We have all the time in the world.
He moved to sniff some white-and-yellow flowers.A nightmare. This was a nightmare. “You can’t really like flowers.”Again those dark eyes shifted to her. Blinked once. I most certainly do, he seemed to say.
Some things you hear with your ears. Others, you hear with your heart.
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.
He wanted to bury her in Velaris. Somewhere full of light and warmth, full of kind people. Far away from these mountains.
Celaena knew where she was before she awoke. And she didn’t care. She was living the same story again and again.The night she’d been captured, she’d also snapped, and come so close to killing the person she most wanted to destroy before someone knocked her out and she awoke in a rotting dungeon. She smiled bitterly as she opened her eyes. It was always the same story, the same loss.
My name is Celaena Sardothien,” she whispered, “and I will not be afraid.
I have no regrets in my life, but this. That we did not have time.
Not flowers—never flowers in Terrasen. Instead, they carried small stones to graves to mark their visits, to tell the dead that they still remembered.Stones were eternal—flowers were not.
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.
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.
Say it,” I gritted out.
“The High Lord of the Night Court is your mate.
But death was her curse and her gift, and death had been her good friend these long, long years.