heir-of-fire

There was such glittering darkness in her, an endless rift straight through her core

Aelin is alive.

He looked at his friend, perhaps for the last time, and said what he had always known, from the moment they__ met, when he__ understood that the prince was his brother in soul. __ love you.

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, it's long blade gleaming as if he'd been secretly polishing and caring for it these months.And when she grasped the dagger, it's weight lighter than she remembered, Rowan looked into her eyes, into her very core of her, and said, 'Fireheart'.

Holy gods. He'd frozen the whole damn lake. He was THAT powerful?

And if I asked for the moon on a string?" - Sorsha

Wrong kind of witch." - Manon Blackbeak

Her cheek against the moss, the young princess she had been - Aelin Galathynius - reached a hand for her. 'Get up', she said softly.

She wouldn't ask. Didn't want to know what manner of thing might crawl toward a fire.

Why bother? Maybe the world__ not worth saving._ She knew he_meant it, too. Those lifeless eyes spoke volumes.

She should not remember what it was like to be free.

They had survived, when so many had not. And no one ­else could understand what it was like to bear it, unless they had lost as much.

What do you suppose,' Aedion breathed, staring into the darkness, 'the people on other continents, across all those seas, think of us? Do you think they hate us or pity us for what we do to each other? Perhaps it's just as bad there. Perhaps it's worse. But to do what I have to, to get through it... I have to believe it's better. Somewhere, it's better than this.