I Stare At Her. “And You’re Giving Me This Warning Out Of The Kindness Of Your Heart?”

“A heart of stone can still be broken.” 

― Holly Black, How the King of Elfhame Learned to Hate Stories

Once, there was a young prince who was born in a castle. His mother was a princess scholar, and his father was the most handsome, feared knight in all the land. As a boy, people would bring him everything he could ever dream of wanting. The most beautiful silk clothes, ripe fruit from the orangery.

At times, he was so happy, he felt he would never grow tired of being a prince. He came from a long, long line of princes, but never before had there been a prince quite like him: born with his heart on the outside of his body. When he was small, his family would smile and laugh and say he would grow out of it one day. But as he grew, it stayed where it was, red and visible and alive. He didn’t mind it very much, but every day, the family’s fear grew that the people of the kingdom would soon notice and turn their backs on the prince.

His grandmother, the queen, lived in a high tower, where she spoke only of the other princes, past and present, who were born whole.

Then, the prince’s father, the knight, was struck down in battle. The lance tore open his armor and his body and left him bleeding in the dust. And so, when the queen sent new clothes, armor for the prince to parcel his heart away safe, the prince’s mother did not stop her. For she was afraid, now: afraid of her son’s heart torn open too.

So the prince wore it, and for many years, he believed it was right.

Until he met the most devastatingly gorgeous peasant boy from a nearby village who said absolutely ghastly things to him that made him feel alive for the first time in years and who turned out to be the most mad sort of sorcerer, one who could conjure up things like gold and vodka shots and apricot tarts out of absolutely nothing, and the prince’s whole life went up in a puff of dazzling purple smoke, and the kingdom said, “I can’t believe we’re all so surprised.”

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He buried his face in her hair, inhaling deeply. “How is it I smell like goose shit and cheap whiskey and you smell like you just ran through a meadow of wildflowers?”

“Ruthlessness.”

He breathed in again. “What is that scent? It reminds me of something, but I can’t place what.”

“The last child you tried to eat?”

“That must be it.”

I think this is when I started shipping zoyalai.

“My name is Celaena Sardothien,” she whispered. “But it makes no difference if my name’s Celaena or Lillian or Bitch, because I’d still beat you, no matter what you call me.”

Aelin being the sass queen she is fills my heart with joy

Thish ish kinda cute-

"But I seem to be a victim of my own wishes where you are concerned."

Leigh Bardugo - Ruin and Rising

Will probably watch the shadow and bone trailer for the 17th time for some, you know...serotonin :)

Somewhere between thinking of Beth as "the middle sister who dies, what about her?" to "the nice one, the one who wants everyone to be happy", Evelyn Hugo fell in love with Celia St James.

“Apologies, Lady—” “I’m twenty-two,” she said flatly. “And I think we city guards see a great deal more than you palace princesses.”

But Nesryn turned back and leaned a hand on the table. “I saw her face last night, Brullo, and it’s as pretty as before. Don’t you have a wife to ogle, anyway?” Aelin snorted. “I think I rather like you, Nesryn Faliq.”

“How good’s your accuracy, Faliq?” “I don’t miss,” Nesryn said.

Nesryn said, “Stop feeling sorry for yourself. Stay the course, but also plot another one. Adapt.”

"Dorian would fix the world, make it better. But if he’s gone, then I will find another way to attain that future. And another one after that, if I have to. I will keep getting back up, no matter how many times those butchers shove me down.”~ Nesryn Faliq

Nesryn Faliq appreciation post>>>>>

HELLO THE SCENE WHERE INEJ IS PERFORMING AND SOMEONE MAKES A RACIST COMMENT AND ZOYA GOES "SHE'S SULI" AND THEN AND THEN LATER WHEN INEJ AND ZOYA FIGHT THE VOLCRA TOGETHER>>>>>>

I Stan our two Suli Queens.