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"To a better future," she said.
"You came back," he said, as if that were an answer.
They joined hands.
So the world ended.
And the next one began.

The way this gives me chills, every! single! time! 🥹

“Promise me,” she repeated, looking at their hands again, “that you will walk out of that castle tomorrow.”
He’d wondered why she’d brought him in here. The Sea God—and the God of Oaths.
He squeezed her hand. She squeezed back.
Gold light rippled on the surface of the Sea God’s fountain, and Chaol offered up a silent prayer. “I promise.”

I am OKAY😭

What if we go on,” he said, “only to more pain and despair? What if we go on, only to find a horrible end waiting for us?”
Aelin looked northward, as if she could see all the way to Terrasen. “Then it is not the end.”

Some things, there is no getting over 🤍

"You're good at this, aren't you— half truths."
"One, just because you're ... you, it doesn't entitle you to information about everything I do. Two—"
"There you go with the lists again."

The way I could read these interactions between Aedion and Aelin forever and ever and everrrrr 🥹

"It was worth it," he said, his smile fading. "You were worth it. All these years, all the waiting. You're worth it." He'd known the moment she had looked up at him as she stood before his execution block, defiant and wicked and wild.

🥹🥹🥹

The thoughts opened up like a precipice before her, so many all at once that she stepped back. Turned away.
Made, made, made.
Manon climbed into the saddle and was glad to lose herself in the sky.

Ah, Manon 🖤

For a moment, she could see Rowan there—that harsh, unforgiving face softened into handsomeness by sleep, his silver hair glimmering in the morning light, so stark against the tattoo stretching from his left temple down his neck, over his shoulder, all the way to his fingertips.

I am totally totally totally fine. Totally.

"Fly, Abraxos," she breathed.
Abraxos sucked in a great breath, tucked his wings in tight, and fell off
the side of the post.
He liked to do that-just tumble off as though he'd been struck dead.
Her wyvern, it seemed, had a wicked sense of humor.

That sweet, dramatic little summer boi 🥹🥹🥹

I always forget what a first class moron Chaol is at the beginning of this…