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“My name is Bryce Quinlan.”
The male stepped forward, tucking in his wings. He smiled slightly and said in the Old Language, in a voice like glorious night, “Hello, Bryce Quinlan. My name is Rhysand.”


WHAAAAAAAAATTTTTTTTTTTT

Danika was busy asf when she was alive omggggg this girl had a triple life fr….. knew everything and everybodyyyyy like it always goes back to Danika and her secrets

Hunt kept his face unreadable as Syrinx devoured his second—potentially third—breakfast. “So?”
Ithan turned on the morning news before propping his feet on the coffee table and interlacing his hands behind his head. “You’re at month five, bro. Good luck to you.”
”


Cackling

“Ithan’s eyes burned him like a brand. Hunt had seen that same take-no-shit face during televised sunball games. “Connor was in love with her for those five years, you know.” The wolf headed over to the couch and plopped onto the cushions. “Five years, and by the end of it, he’d only managed to get her to agree to go on a date with him.”

Th last book ended with Aida’s revealing he knows who hunts father is and I want to know sooooo bad lol it’s taking everything not to look it up.

“Live quietly and normally, keep your mouths shut, never use the Horn, and we won’t fucking kill you and everyone you love.”Bryce sat on the rolled arm of the couch. “Slay a few enemies, gain twice as many in return.” Hunt grunted”

I’m bugging or is this very very reasonable????? Lmaooo like pls sit down you’ve been through enough

Omg I’m bawling my eyes out 😭😭😭😭 the last 20% of this book is gutting meeee

“She didn’t care how it was possible as Danika said again, “Light it up.”Then Bryce was laughing and sobbing as she screamed, “LIGHT IT UP, DANIKA! LIGHT IT UP, LIGHT IT UP, LIGHT IT UP!”Bryce slammed her palm onto the bronze disk of the Gate.And soul to soul with the friend whom she had not forgotten, the friend who had not forgotten her, even in death, Bryce made the Drop.”
Omggg

.“There’s no backup for Asphodel Meadows,” Sabine said. “Every pack is stationed—”“There are children here!” Bryce screamed. “There are babies!”The room fell silent. A deeper sort of horror spread through Hunt like ink in water.And then a male voice panted over the speakers, “I’m coming, Bryce.”Bryce’s bloodied face crumpled as she whispered, “Ithan?”

Omg 🥹🥹🥹🥹

Are you kidding me Wtfff just happened

“She didn’t let herself look toward the booth tucked between two age-worn pillars. Didn’t let herself see who might now be occupying it. Not Juniper, who was too busy these days for more than the occasional brunch, and certainly not Fury, who didn’t bother to take her calls, or answer messages, or even visit this city.”


Tf why is everybody mad at Bryce

“. Ignoring every call and message.Ithan’s words had lingered, though, when she’d slipped into the hotel bathroom to listen.Don’t come to the Sailing tomorrow. You’re not welcome there.She’d listened to it over and over, the first words to echo in her silent head.”
….. why isn’t she welcome wtf

“I took his name, Erawan spat, writhing as the words flowed from his tongue under Damaris’s power. I wiped it away from existence. Yet he only remembered it once. Only once. The first time he beheld you.”

I’m crying 🥹🥹🥹 he was Dorian too

“Another step closer. But no more.
Erawan went still. Tried and failed to move.
Looked at the stones of the balcony then. At the bloody mark he’d stridden across, too focused on his prey to notice.
A Wyrdmark. To hold. To trap.
The young healer smiled at him, and the white light around her hands winked out as her eyes shifted from gold to sapphire. “I’m not Yrene.”
YESSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!

Gavriel 💔💔💔💔💔 omfg

Dorian had no words, couldn’t find them. Not as Aelin turned to him, tears sliding down her face as she said, “One of us has to rule.”
🥹🥹🥹🥺🥺🥺 she shoved him out omg

Aelin said softly to his father, “I had planned to before it got to the end.”
“Then you will not be alone now,” his father replied. Then the man smiled at him—a vision of the king, the father, he might have been. Had always been, despite what had befallen him. “I am grateful—that I got to see you again. One last time.”

Dorian glanced over his shoulder, toward the archway that opened to Erilea. To home. “Then let him,” he said, though the words did not come out with the iciness he wished. Only heaviness and exhaustion.

“Let me pay this debt,” his father said, stepping closer. “Let me pay this, do this. Does Mala’s blood not flow through my veins as well?”
“You don’t have magic—not like we do,” Aelin said, her eyes sorrowful.
His father met Aelin’s stare. “I have enough—just enough in my blood. To help.”

He glanced between them, his eyes wide. “What is my name?”
“This is ridiculous,” Dorian said through his teeth. “Your name is—”
But where there should have been a name, only an empty hole existed.
“You …,” Aelin breathed. “Your name is … How is it that you don’t have one, that we don’t know it?”
”

Omg…. Omg