no mourners, no furnerals

Captured by the Queen of the Fae, Aelin is trapped inside an iron box in a secret location, with seemingly no hope for escape. As she endures months of torture, her friends scatter to different fates.

She was easily the most beautiful person I’d ever seen. Her wavy hair was deepest auburn, her irises large and golden; her skin was so smooth and flawless that she looked as if her perfect cheekbones had been carved from marble. She wore a cream-coloured kefta embroidered in gold and lined in reddish fox fur.

Ronan Lynch lived with every sort of secret. His first secret was himself.

THE THRONE OF GLASS SERIES BY SARAH J. MAAS (‎August 2, 2012 – October 23, 2018)

“Sasha looked at his sister. He had never thought of her as girlish, but the last trace of softness was gone. The quick brain, the strong limbs were there: fiercely, almost defiantly present, though concealed beneath her encumbering dress. She was more feminine than she had ever been, and less. Witch. The word drifted across his mind. We call such women so, because we have no other name.”  — The Bear and The Nightingale, Katherine Arden

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water witch  🌴 🌙

I closed my eyes, feeling tears slide down my cheeks, and I reached out to the thing within me that I’d kept hidden for so long. I’m sorry, I whispered to it. I’m sorry I left you so long in the dark. I’m sorry, but I’m ready now. I called and the light answered. At last, there was something that belonged wholly and completely to me.

“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.”

“Elegant, feminine, and utterly wild. Warm, and steadfast—unbreakable, his queen.”

_katvin

Adam smiled cheerily. Ronan would start wars and burn cities for that true smile, elastic and amiable.

murdered. remembered.

“No,” he said. “I think— I think it is better that way.”