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"Who is that?" Nesryn asked.
Aedion smiled. "Rowan.”
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“I can wait,” he said thickly, kissing her collarbone.
“We have all the time in the world.”
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He was dead.
Sam was dead.
[...] Celaena closed her eyes. She wouldn't leave him.
She wouldn't leave him.
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“There are no gods left to watch, I’m afraid. And there are no gods left to help you now, Aelin Galathynius.”
Aelin smiled, and Goldryn burned brighter.
“I am a god.”
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Rhys and Aelin are twins of the same personality in different sexes and worlds. Also their experiences, pains, self-sacrifice are very similar. One day they will "really" meet and become besties 🥹 No one understands each other better than them ❤️🩹
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When Nyx sneaks out to fly, Feyre will rush after him. But instead of scolding him they will fly together.
And Rhysand, watching all this, remembers his own childhood and mother 🥹
He is no longer the little Illyrian who sneaked out to fly, but the father 🥹
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Feyre, starry as night sky.
Elain, delicate as flowers.
Nesta, angry as flames.
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High Lady ✨
Lady Death 🔥
The Seer 🌸
Archeron sisters by aiphos.s
Everything was planned from the beginning…
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“He had only allowed himself these thoughts in the dead of night. Had only allowed his hand to fist his cock and think about her then, when even his shadows had gone to sleep. How that beautiful face might appear as he entered her, what sounds she'd make.”
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