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"Stand," Elena whispered again, and was gone. The world appeared.

I had forgotten this glorious glorious scene 🥹

"I already told you that I don't feel well."
"You look fine to me." He skillfully shuffled the deck. "Just one game."
"Don't you pay people to entertain you?"
He glowered, breaking the deck. "You should be honored by my company."
"I'd be honored if you would leave."

😁😁😁

"Do you feel that?" she asked Chaol, who slowly, maliciously grinned. He held out his dagger and dragged it on the marble floor, creating the exact sound and feeling.
"Damned idiot," she snarled. She grabbed two heavy books from the table and stalked from the library, making sure to leave The Walking Dead far behind.

To be fair, he actually did act like a damned idiot 🫠

She was a sleeping animal—a mountain cat or a dragon-and her markings of power were everywhere.

Meow, Chaol? 😌

"You don't care for salmon?"
"I hate fish. I'd rather die than eat it."
"That's surprising," he said, taking a bite.
"Why?"
"Because you smell like one."
She opened her mouth to expose the ball of bread and beef that she was chewing. He shook his head.

These initial exchanges between Celaena and Chaol absolutely send me 🤭

"My freedom?" 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.

So very deep in my feels right now aka no one should be surprised by this development. Just saying 😌

Celaena closed her eyes. She wouldn't leave him.
She wouldn't leave him.

And just in case I was wondering, it does hurt the same every time 😔💔

Pain and sorrow incoming...

Okay. It wasn't.

Wait! Was that! Was that Aedion oml!

Her throat closed up, but she willed herself to keep from vomiting. She was not swimming through the entire capital's refuse. She was not swimming through rat-infested waters. She was not going to die.

If only you could see the look on my face. If. Only.

She smiled slowly. "As long as it guards the heart."

Ah... that heart.

Never mind that for a while, she had felt like one of their own—felt, for the first time in a long, long while, like she had a place where she belonged.

🥺🥺

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 waiting-wide open and hers for the taking. She could go to Antica, attend the Torre Cesme, go anywhere she wished.
If she dared.
Yrene smiled.

I had forgotten how much hope there was in this, and what a unique voice Sarah gave to Yrene, even from the start! ✨

"Lorcan," Elide pleaded. No—no, he wasn't about to do this, about to
betray them again—
"Be quiet," he growled at her.
Maeve's gaze again drifted down to Elide. The ancient, eternal darkness in it was smothering. "What familiarity you use when you speak his name, Lady of Perranth. What intimacy."

The way even this has my feels alive. The way!!!

The court that could change the world, she told herself over and over, as exhaustion weighed her down, as she kept disabling rudder after rudder, punching holes in those selected Fae ships.
She had made a promise to that court, that future. To Aedion. And to
her queen. She would not fail her.

That "to Aedion" KILLED me!

"You don't give me orders, witch," Lorcan said. "And you have no say in what is between us."
Elide frowned at him. "You're making it worse."
"We like to call it 'territorial male nonsense," Aelin confided. "Or "territorial Fae bastard' works just as nicely."
The Fae Prince coughed pointedly behind her.
The queen looked over a shoulder, brows raised. "Am I forgetting another term of endearment?"

😁

The others seemed inclined to avert their attention as well, and though Aedion managed to wield their meager spices with surprising talent, some of the meat was... chewy. Slimy. Lysandra had politely, but thoroughly, gagged at one point.

Hehehe

Aelin Galathynius said quietly, "You never stop seeing their faces."
It was only when they were rowing for the shore, spindrift soaking them, that Manon realized the queen hadn't meant the Thirteen. And Manon wondered if Aelin, too, had watched that cloak floating out to sea and thought it looked like spilled blood.

The way Sarah got some things so incredibly, totally right...

One moment, the wyvern was soaring smoothly over the cobalt waves.
Then the witch listed so far that her body seemed to go boneless. As if in that heartbeat, when help was mere feet away, whatever luck had kept her astride at last abandoned her.
Silence fell on the ship as Manon Blackbeak tumbled from her saddle,
falling through wind and spindrift, and hit the water.

Don't mind me as I lose my mind. Again.

The two strangers, the source of that power... They were Fae.
The one with night-dark eyes and an edged grin looked Rowan over
and drawled, "I liked your hair longer."
A dagger embedding itself in the wall not an inch from the male's ear was Rowan's only answer.

Oops? 🤭

"You always have an answer to everything." She shook her head. "It's
insufferable."
Aedion grinned. "Good to know I'm finally getting under your skin.
Or is it skins?"
That staggeringly beautiful face turned positively wicked. "Careful,
Aedion. I bite."

I'm not smirking! 😌

He knew her face before he remembered her name.
Knew the white hair, like moonlight on water, that spilled over her dark, scalelike armor; knew the burnt-gold eyes.
Knew that impossibly beautiful face, full of cold bloodlust and wicked
cunning.
"Get up," Manon Blackbeak snarled.

Be! Still! My! Heart!

Cary was stretched so thin, he felt like everyone could see through him.

When someone else (Rainbow!) writes the way you feel...

'I love you,’ she said. ‘Backwards and forwards. Coming and going.’

Truly, utterly, sincerely, totally one of the best love lines I've ever read.

‘Cary, Cary, Cary …’ Tom said when they were done goofing. ‘Sounds like a big old mess.’
Shiloh swung back to her computer. ‘Yep.’
‘Good for you, Shiloh.’

*sprinkles hearts as if they were actual... sprinkles.

Shiloh’s brain was busy during that first kiss. (Her brain was always busy.) She was choreographing her fall. Calculating the softest landing.

Oh yes. Yes yes.

Lachie set him down and raised a brow to Phoebe, who simply scoffed.
'He's sulking. He dinnae like to win. Nothin' to complain about.'
He smacked her backside, scowling. 'Leave me be, woman.'
She smacked him back, eyes afire as she kissed him, tail wrapping about his thigh.
'Never.'

JAY, YOU MAGNIFICENT, BRILLIANT BASTARD 🥹🥹🥹🥹🖤🖤🖤🖤