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Aelin had known, though. That he was her mate. And she had not pushed it, or demanded he face it, because she loved him, and he knew she'd rather carve out her own heart than cause him pain or distress. His Fireheart. His equal, his friend, his lover. His wife. His mate.
Arin used to clutch his head in disgusted wonder at how fascinated he'd once been by the daughter of the Valorian general. He used to sting at her rejection. Now, though, the thought of Kestrel gave him a cold relief. Ice on a bruise.
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.
Because Celaena was Aelin Ashryver Galathynius, heir to the throne and rightful Queen of Terrasen. It
I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry. - Aelin, to Lysandra
Aelin Galathynius had raised an army not just to challenge Morath, but to rattle the stars.
Eragon, you are only a cripple if you consider yourself one.
'Aeric!' Grayson exclaimed, with genuine delight. 'You're not dead yet?'
'Not yet,' Aeric replied, looking pleased with his continued viability. 'But I keep trying. And so do you, I hear!'
HERE LIES BROM
Who was
A Rider bonded to the dragon Saphira
Son of Holcomb and Nelda
Beloved of Selena
Father of Eragon Shadeslayer
Founder of the Varden
And Bane of the Forsworn.
May his name live on in glory.
Stydja unin mo'ranr
The sands have run through, you have but moments, make peace with your gods.
'Aelfric of the Green Isle
When she returns," Aedion said quietly, "what she will do to the King of Adarlan will make the slaughtering ten years ago look merciful." And in his heart, Aedion hoped he spoke true.
It's the calm before the storm, Aedion.
So this is how I will die. Aeduan had never thought it would be flames. A beheading, perhaps. Old age, more likely. But not fire - not since he'd escaped that death all those years ago.
Celaena Sardothien, arrogant and brave and skilled, Celaena who did not know fear or despair, Celaena who was a weapon hones by Death.
The bumblebee was so vibrant, so alive, and so beautiful, its presence renewed Eragon's will to survive. A world that contained a creature as amazing as THAT bumblebee was a world he wanted to live in.
And at long last, Aelin Ashryver Galathynius was home.
Alyn carried the Stark banner. When she saw him rein in beside Lord Beric to exchange words, it made Sansa feel ever so proud. Alyn was handsomer than Jory had been; he was going to be a knight one day. The Tower of the Hand
I am Celaena Sardothien,Adarlan's Assasin.If these men knew who i was,they'd stop laughing.I am Celaena Sardothien.I am going to win.I will not be afraid.
Aethe, near my heart.
Without vanity, the ribbon.
Without duty, the wind.
Without blood, the victory.
And Elide sobbed as Manon Blackbeak emerged, smiling faintly.
As Manon Blackbeak saw her and Aelin, knee-to-knee in the grass, and mouthed one word.
Hope.
A faint tickling on the back of his right hand caused Eragon to look down. A huge, wingless cricket clung to his glove. The insect was hideous: black and bulbous, with barbed legs and a massive skull-like head. Its carapace gleamed like oil.
I have gazed on the face of Agamemnon,
Then, as they stood there, struggling back and forth without avail, Eragon said in a low fierce voice, "I ... see ... you."
A bright spark appeared in Arya's eyes, then vanished just as quickly.
So you're the infamous Acheron. (Amanda)
Lord and Master of the great barbarian horde that roams the night. (Acheron)
Cersei is as gentle as King Maegor, as selfless as Aegon the Unworthy, as wise as Mad Aerys.
I am Aelin Aschryver Galatinius, and I will not be afraid.
Aeschylus was the poet of a new era. He bridged the tremendous gulf between the poetry of the beauty of the outside world and the poetry of the beauty of the pain of the world. He
That was a heroic deed." Embarrassed, Eragon scuffed his boots against the ground. "I wouldn't have survived if not for Arya." "You are too modest, Argetlam," she admonished. "It was you who struck the final blow.
I have read the Aeneid through more often than I have read any long poem.
Yes, he likes Alphie. Though he prefers Stormegedan Dark Ruler of all
Aelin didn't know when she started crying, when her body began shaking with the force of it. She had never said such words- to anyone. Never let herself be that vulnerable, never felt this burning and unending thing, so consuming she might die from the force of it.
Aerys Targaryen did as he liked. Has your mother ever told you what happened to him?
They burned the antler throne, Aedion. There is no throne for her." "Then I'll build one myself from the bones of our enemies.
The Assassin the midst the deadly druid
Fury the shattering
Aeriel felt her heart grow troubled. "I know," she said. "I know that he is evil, but his beauty unmakes me. Every time he looks at me, I die.
Eragon doubted that he would ever like an Urgal, but the iron certitude of his prejudice only a few minutes before now seemed ignorant, and he could not retain it in good conscience.
As they came together in a rush of steel and shadow, he could hear Lyanna screaming. "Eddard!" she called. A storm of rose petals blew across a blood-streaked sky, as blue as the eyes of death. "Lord Eddard," Lyanna called again. "I promise," he whispered. "Lya, I promise
My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!
Hodor, said Hodor. Maester
Few of the birds that Aemon had sent off had returned as yet. One reached Stannis, though. One found Dragonstone, and a king who still cared.
Aziraphale. The Enemy, of course. But an enemy for six thousand years now, which made him a sort of friend.
The creature took Aelin's face in its hands, and her sword thudded to the ground, forgotten.
Rowan was screaming as the creature pulled her into its arms. As she stopped fighting. As her flames winked out and darkness swallowed her whole.
Now any King who wants to call himself my equal wherever I went let him go."
Sargon the Great / Enheduanna from
Heaven Earth and Time by D P BUCKLEY
Arin, who had set hooks into her heart and drawn her to him so that she wouldn't see anything but his eyes.
Arin was her enemy
Ask yourself why Aemon Targaryan was allowed to waste his life upon the Wall when by rights he should have been raised to archmaester. His blood was why. He could not be trusted.
Yes it is" Eragon said before his courage left him "just like you
so far remained unbroken. Now my turn had come. In early springtime, when I was just sixteen, my mother took me to the house where she had won her shield so many years before. The Lady Abicel, long dead, had left her house and lands, along with her
He gripped her hard, forcing her to meet his eyes as he snarled, "I see you. I see every part of you. And I am not afraid."
I will not be afraid.
A line in the burning brightness.
My name is Aelin Ashryver Galathynius . . .
And I will not be afraid.
... Aedion Ashryer let himself be led into the darkness ...
He did not mind dying.
Though he still wished he'd gotten a chance to see her - just once.
Arin kept company with death, but death was not all that lived inside him.
A girl in his heart. In his home.
Waiting for him.
Azarath, Metrion, Zinthos!
What have you done?' he said, his voice hollow and strained. He stepped back and put his fists to his temples. 'What have you done!'
With an effort, Eragon said, 'Made you understand.
Not anymore. I'm afraid I've degenerated into a bibliophile."
"A what?" asked Eragon.
"One who loves books," explained Jeod.
Keep in mind, Eragon, that no one thinks himself a villain, and few make decisions they think are wrong. A person may dislike his choice, but he will stand by it because, even in the worst circumstances, he believes that it was the best option available to him at the time.
And though he stood taller than her, he felt smaller as Aelin stared at him. No, not just Aelin. Queen Aelin Ashryver Galathynius, he realized, was staring at him.
Prince Achilles! Aristos Achaion! As
I am Celaena Sadorthein and I will be not afraid
Alaric grunted. Someone should tell her
that. I'm telling you, Ewan, she said nothing.
She stared at me like I was some kind of
toad. Worse, she had Crispen acting like I
was the enemy. The two whispered like
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conspirators and glared at me when I dared
intervene.
Which left Aeduan, as always, on the edge of a scene, watching while the world unfolded without him beneath a darkening sky.
We are going to tickle some Aes Sedai under the chin, rescue a mule, and put a snip-nosed girl on the Lion Throne. Oh, yes. That's Aviendha. Don't look at her crosswise, or she'll try to cut your throat and probably slit her own by mistake.
He hadn't been blessed by the god of death.
Arin was the god.
But the king was frowning. "I expected you a month ago."
Aedion actually had the nerve to shrug. "Apologies. The Staghorns were slammed with a final winter storm. I left when I could."
Every person in the hall held their breath.
Argos the greatest tragedy in Greek legend was
Oh, the Bloodwitch named Aeduan was no longer bored. No longer bored at all. And now he had work to do.
Unbidden, a memory stirred in the back of Aeduan's mind. Another child, another basket, another lifetime, and a monk named Evrane, who had saved him from it all.
Evrane's mistake. She should have left Aeduan behind.
When Aeduan had said he would kill her in Lejna, she hadn't believed him. When he'd said he would kill her last night, she had.
I warn you, Eragon, beware of whom you fall in love with, for fate seems to have a morbid interest in our family.
For I am the daughter of Elrond. I shall not go with him when he departs to the Havens: for mine is the choice of Luthien, and as she so have I chosen, both the sweet and the bitter.
I would hear him screaming, I would watch him bleed, I would tear his flesh piece by piece before I would worry about Aethelflaed. This was family. This was revenge.
The fairest queen that Luna had ever known. For once, she was satisfied. She had Evret. She had her crown.
Aelin Galathynius looked at Manon Blackbeak over their crossed swords and let out a low, vicious snarl.
He's a boy who must learn to be a warrior and a king,' I said, 'and death is his destiny. He must learn to give it.' I patted Aethelstan's shoulder. 'Make it quick, boy,' I told him. 'He deserves a slow death, but this is your first killing. Make it easy for yourself.
Illium was a stunning sight against the lightening sky, his wings sweeping through the air with a grace that made him seem a half-forgotten dream. When he landed in the courtyard, his wings flaring out for an instant, he was at once very much a man, physical and sexual, and an unattainable fantasy.
Fearghus the Destroyer, first-born son to Queen Rhiannon and future Dragon King of the Southlands unless he could find another sucker to take such an oxen-shit job - Maybe I can talk Morfyd into being the next queen . . . no. She's not that stupid -
He squinted, as if he could shut out my damned, unreasonable request, then relaxed and opened his eyes again. "I'm an Aeolus, okay?"
"A what?" Kat asked.
"Like on a breast?" Scott looked at him in confusion. Kat buried her face in one of her hands.
"Like a windkeeper, you jackass.
Have I ever told you how glad I am we're not enemies? Eragon asked.
No, but it's very sweet of you.
Duty bound, Aeneas, though he struggled with desire to calm and comfort her in all her pain, to speak to her and turn her mind from grief, and though he sighed his heart out, shaken still with love if her, yet took the course heaven gave him and turned back to the fleet.
Listen, girl," Aelius sniffed. "The books we love, they love us back. And just as we mark our places in the pages, those pages leave their marks on us. I can see it in you, sure as I see it in me. You're a daughter of words. A girl with a story to tell.
Aeduan bundled her up and stood. She was so light, so fragile. A bird in his demon arms.
Where is Aelin.
Where is my wife?
ellory erecius is very cool!!!2
And Aragorn the King Elessar wedded Arwen Undomiel in the City of the Kings upon the day of Midsummer, and the tale of their long waiting and labours was come to fulfillment.
You're mad."
"Like all the sons of Sarras."
-PENDRAGON'S HEIR
Ariadne in the labyrinth. The most alive of worlds, human beings with the tenderest flesh, are made of marble. I strew devastation as I pass. I wander dead-eyed through cities and petrified populations.
Dark vaild Cotytto, t' whom the secret flame
Of mid-night Torches burns; mysterious Dame
That ne're art call'd, but when the Dragon woom
Of Stygian darknes spets her thickest gloom,
And makes one blot of all the ayr
They were infinite. They were the beginning and the ending; they were eternity. The king standing before them gaped as the shield of flame died out to reveal Aelin and Dorian, hand in hand, glowing like newborn gods as their magic entwined.
Aeriel gazed at Irrylath: husband to her, but only in name. She dared touch him only when he slept.
I am Daenerys Stormborn of House Targaryen, of the blood of Old Valyeria. I am the dragon's daughter.
I claim you, Aelin. To whatever end.
Ser Arys was pleasant company abed, but wit and he were strangers. (Arianne Martell)
When Maester Aemon heard him sing, he said his voice was honey poured over thunder.
Cyphus bears the blue flame. Stercus is in thrall of iron. Ferule chill and dark of eye. Usnea lives in nothing but decay. Grey Dalcenti never speaks. Pale Alenta brings the blight. Last there is the lord of seven: Hated. Hopeless. Sleepless. Sane. Alaxel bears the shadow's hame.
A gathering nimbus obscured the sun's light and out from the gathered clouds looped and coiled the guardian of the avian world. With a trail of inferno in her wake, it was Alicanto
Aragorn, the greatest traveller and huntsman of this age of the world. Together
Ruling Akaran is a strange task. In many ways, it is like balancing an illusion. You must separate the illusion of what you see and the reality of its consequences," he said. "Tell me, my queen, are you ready to play with fate?
Annabeth is the most level-headed demigod
I am Aragorn son of Arathorn; and if by life or death I can save you, I will.' There
From the corner of his eye, Eragon saw Orik hewing Urgal necks with mighty blows of his ax.
...Devon wore the face of a stone Artemis.
I am Celaena Sadorthien and I will not be afraid