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It’s under the most unbearable conditions that the sharpest, most dangerous weapons are forged. And we are dangerous, Captain. She’s turned us all into weapons. That is why she won’t suffer my people to live.”
“Rowan had not possessed an army of his own to give to Aelin. To give to Terrasen. So he had won an army for her.”
― Empire of Storms
― Empire of Storms
“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.”
― Queen of Shadows
― Queen of Shadows
“Gavriel’s son was bellowing Whitethorn’s name. A gods-damned victory cry. Over and over, the men taking up the call.
Then Fenrys’s voice lifted.
And Gavriel’s.
And that red-haired queen.
The Havilliard king.
On into battle, on into bloodshed, they called the prince’s name.”
― Empire of Storms
Then Fenrys’s voice lifted.
And Gavriel’s.
And that red-haired queen.
The Havilliard king.
On into battle, on into bloodshed, they called the prince’s name.”
― Empire of Storms
“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.”
― The Assassin and the Underworld
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.”
― The Assassin and the Underworld
“One generation to change the text. One generation chooses to teach that text. The next grows, and the lie becomes history.”
― Fourth Wing
― Fourth Wing
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