Abaraxos is just another form of Ferdenand the Bull
“He moved to sniff some white-and-yellow flowers.
A nightmare. This was a nightmare. “You can’t really like flowers.”
Again those dark eyes shifted to her. Blinked once. I most certainly do, he seemed to say.
She splayed her arms. “You never even smelled a flower until yesterday.”
Excerpt From
Throne Of Glass 03: Heir Of Fire
Sarah J. Maas









