Sarah J.Maas

    Ana Laura Pérezhar citeretfor 2 år siden
    Why are you crying, Fireheart?

    It had been ten years—­ten long years since she had heard her mother’s voice. But she heard it then over the force of her weeping, as clear as if she knelt beside her. Fireheart—­why do you cry?

    “Because I am lost,” she whispered onto the earth. “And I do not know the way.”
    Ana Laura Pérezhar citeretfor 2 år siden
    She lifted her face to the stars. She was Aelin Ashryver Galathynius, heir of two mighty bloodlines, protector of a once-­glorious people, and Queen of Terrasen.

    She was Aelin Ashryver Galathynius—­and she would not be afraid.
    Ana Laura Pérezhar citeretfor 2 år siden
    “Do not insult me by asking me to leave. I am fighting. Nehemia would have stayed. My parents would have stayed.”

    “They also had the luxury of knowing that their bloodline did not end with them.”

    She gritted her teeth. “You have experience—you are needed ­here. You are the only person who can give the demi-­Fae a chance of surviving; you are trusted and respected. So I am staying. Because you are needed, and because I will follow you to what­ever end.” And if the creatures devoured her body and soul, then she would not mind. She had earned that fate.

    For a long moment, he said nothing. But his brows narrowed slightly. “To what­ever end?”

    She nodded. He had not needed to mention the massacres, had not needed to try to console her. He knew—­he understood without her having to say a word—­what it was like.

    Her magic thrummed in her blood, wanting out, wanting more. But it would wait—­it had to wait until it was time. Until she had Narrok and his creatures in her sight.

    She realized that Rowan saw each of those thoughts and more as he reached into his tunic and pulled out a dagger. Her dagger. He extended it to her, its long blade gleaming as if he’d been secretly polishing and caring for it these months.

    And when she grasped the dagger, its weight lighter than she remembered, Rowan looked into her eyes, into the very core of her, and said, “Fireheart.”
    Ana Laura Pérezhar citeretfor 2 år siden
    She was not afraid.

    She would remake the world—­remake it for them, those she had loved with this glorious, burning heart; a world so brilliant and prosperous that when she saw them again in the Afterworld, she would not be ashamed. She would build it for her people, who had survived this long, and whom she would not abandon. She would make for them a kingdom such as there had never been, even if it took until her last breath.

    She was their queen, and she could offer them nothing less.

    Aelin Galathynius smiled at her, hand still outreached. “Get up,” the princess said.

    Celaena reached across the earth between them and brushed her fingers against Aelin’s.

    And arose.
    Ivana Terzićhar citeretfor 2 år siden
    “My father once told me that I should let my sisters imagine a better life—a better world. And I told him that there was no such thing.” I ran my thumb over his mouth, marveling, and shook my head. “I never understood—because I couldn’t … couldn’t believe that it was even possible.” I swallowed, lower
    Marian Alexiahar citeretsidste år
    Rowan waited, knowing she was gathering the words, hating the pain and sorrow and guilt on every line of her body. He’d sell his soul to the dark god to never have her look like that again
    LUNAhar citeretfor 5 måneder siden
    She said softly, “You make me want to live, Rowan. Not survive; not exist. Live.”

    He didn’t have the words. Not when what she said hit him harder and deeper than any kiss.

    So he climbed into bed and held her tightly all through the night.
    LUNAhar citeretfor 5 måneder siden
    He shifted his arm so he could brush her hair back. His fingers lingered along her jaw. “You make me want to live, too, Aelin Galathynius,” he said. “Not exist—but live.” He cupped her cheek, and took a steadying breath—as if he’d thought about every word these past three days, over and over again. “I spent centuries wandering the world, from empires to kingdoms to wastelands, never settling, never stopping—not for one moment. I was always looking toward the horizon, always wondering what waited across the next ocean, over the next mountain. But I think … I think that whole time, all those centuries, I was just looking for you.”
    Галя Ушенкоhar citeretfor 8 måneder siden

    Maya Putarhar citeretfor 2 måneder siden
    One heartbeat, I was staring after him—the next, I had my shoe in a hand.

    I hurled it at him with all my strength.
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