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— Queen of Flame and Shadow, the Heir of Fire, Aelin of the Wildfire, Fireheart… — She burned through each title, even as she became them, became what those foreign ambassadors had hissed when they reported on a child-queen’s growing, unstable power in Terrasen. A promise that had been whispered into the blackness.

I was not a pet, not a doll, not an animal. I was a survivor, and I was strong. I would not be weak, or helpless again I would not, could not be broken. Tamed.

And above that, perched in a frozen mountainous spread of darkness and stars, the sprawling, massive territory of the Night Court.

“The Court of Dreams. The people who knew that there was a price, and one worth paying, for that dream. The bastard- born warriors, the Illyrian half-breed, the monster trapped in a beautiful body, the dreamer born into a court of nightmares…And the huntress with an artist’s soul.”

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she tried lol

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Hwasa: Well I was done listening.