“Aelin's hand wavered slightly over his wound. "What's your shield made of, then?" Fenrys tried and failed to shrug. But Gavriel muttered… — Sarah J. Maas Copy Share Image
“He would bet good money that the Wyrdstone collar was for the king's own son--and he prayed that the prince had died… — Sarah J. Maas Copy Share Image
“The prince's sapphire eyes flicked to his, and Aedion blinked past the haze covering his vision. What studied him was cold, predatory,… — Sarah J. Maas Copy Share Image
“The king picked up his goblet, swirling the wine inside. 'I didn't receive word that your legion was here.' "They're not." Chaol… — Sarah J. Maas Copy Share Image
“Aedion hadn't dared tell the shifter that he often counted the minutes until she returned, that his chest always felt unbearably tight… — Sarah J. Maas Copy Share Image
“But the king was frowning. "I expected you a month ago." Aedion actually had the nerve to shrug. "Apologies. The Staghorns were… — Sarah J. Maas Copy Share Image
“The thing was quiet. Then it tilted its head. The smile it gave him was horrifying in its beauty. "I shall enjoy… — Sarah J. Maas Copy Share Image
“She knew he meant it. He’d burn the library, the city or the whole world to ashes if she asked him. It… — Sarah J. Maas Copy Share Image
