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21 pages, Audible Audio
First published September 1, 2015
She鈥檇 kill whoever was needed, whore herself, wreck herself, if it meant getting Aedion to safety.
鈥淵ou do not get to blame me for that. For his actions.鈥�
Chaol had run. He鈥檇 run, and Dorian had been left to been slaved by the collar.
You should have gotten Dorian and Sorscha out the day the king butchered those slaves. Did you learn nothing from Nehemia鈥檚 death? Did you somehow think you could win with your honor intact, without sacrificing something? You shouldn鈥檛 have left him; how could you let him face the king alone? How could you, how could you, how could you?
No, Celaena Sardothien certainly did not exist anymore. That woman鈥攖he woman he had loved... Perhaps she鈥檇 drowned in the vast, ruthless sea between here and Wendlyn. Perhaps she鈥檇 died at the hands of the Valg princes. Or maybe he鈥檇 been a fool all this time, a fool to look at the lives she鈥檇 taken and blood she鈥檇 so irreverently spilled, and not be disgusted.
A faint sort of amusement shone in her dark eyes. The same sort of amusement that had been there last year whenever they would meet, at inns or in rooms above taverns or sometimes even up against the wall of an alley.
鈥淚t meant something to me. What you and I had. More than that, your friendship meant something to me. I never told you the truth about who I was because I couldn鈥檛 face that truth. I鈥檓 sorry if what I said to you on the docks that day鈥攖hat I鈥檇 pick you鈥攎ade you think I鈥檇 come back, and it would all be fixed. Things changed. I changed.鈥�
There was so little left of the guard she鈥檇 come to care for....
You remind me of what the world ought to be; what the world can be, she鈥檇 once said to Chaol. Her face burned. A girl had said those things; a girl so desperate to survive, to make it through each day, that she hadn鈥檛 questioned why he served the true monster of their world.
Yes, she鈥檇 loved Sam鈥攎ore than she鈥檇 ever loved anyone. Even Chaol.
Do you understand what it was like for us here? While you were off playing with magic, off gallivanting with your faerie prince, do you understand what happened to me鈥攖o Dorian?
A chill fog had blanketed the world the night before, seeping in through every nook and cranny. Nestled under layers of quilts and down blankets, Aelin rolled over in bed and stretched a hand across the mattress, reaching lazily for the warm male body beside hers.
After all that she had endured, after what she had overcome in Wendlyn, to return to this... She wished Rowan were beside her, wished she could smell his pine-and-snow scent and know that no matter what news Arobynn bore, no matter how it shattered her, the Fae warrior would be there to help put the pieces back together.
She did not need the extra strength, speed, and agility of her Fae form to bring down her enemies.
Everything鈥攅verything was for Dorian, for his friend. For himself, he had nothing left to lose. He was nothing more than a nameless oath-breaker, a liar, a traitor.
Manon Blackbeak, heir of the Blackbeak Witch-Clan, bearer of the blade Wind-Cleaver, rider of the wyvern Abraxos, and Wing Leader of the King of Adarlan鈥檚 aerial host, stared at the portly man sitting across the black glass table and kept her temper on a tight leash.
She was fire, and light, and ash, and embers. She was Aelin Fireheart, and she bowed for no one and nothing, save the crown that was hers by blood and survival and triumph.
She was fire, and light, and ash, and embers. She was Aelin Fireheart, and she bowed for no one and nothing, save the crown that was hers by blood and survival and triumph.
She was fire, and light, and ash, and embers. She was Aelin Fireheart, and she bowed for no one and nothing, save the crown that was hers by blood and survival and triumph.I honestly cannot remember the last time when a series was so consistently good. It's the fourth book and yet the story and the characters feel as fresh as the first.
鈥淔ire-breathing bitch-queen.鈥�She has quite a few people to save - her cousin is on death row, the prince is trapped within his own mind and every day more people are being executed. With tensions mounting on every side - will she be able to save anyone in time?
Then she smiled with every last shred of courage, of desperation, of hope for the glimmer of that glorious future. 鈥淟et鈥檚 go rattle the stars.I absolutely adored this book - the personal growth from Aelin and the other characters really cinched this novel for me. Aelin's changed so much from the half-dead assassin in book 1 and every book she continues to grow more than I thought possible.
Dorian said, "So here we are."
"The end of the road," Admin said with a half smile.
"No," Chaol said, his own smile faint, tentative. "The beginning of the next."
鈥淏ut she was her own champion now.鈥�
鈥淪he was a whirling cloud of death, a queen of shadows, and these men were already carrion.鈥�
鈥淭hey joined hands.
So the world ended.
And the next one began.鈥�