Rowan: No one expects an angel to set the world on fire.
Aelin: Aww thanks.
Rowan: What? No, you’re the devil incarnate. I was talking to Dorian.
Aelin: *Falls*
Rowan: Are you okay?
Aelin: Make a wish, you just saw a falling star.
Rowan:
Rowan: Sure
Things I wanna see less in fantasy~
Female protagonists having the best character arcs and personal growth only to lose their powers for the "greater good". Like? Let them be happy WITH POWERS?? ALINA'S LIGHT??? AELIN'S FIRE???? NESTA'S DEATH MAGIC??? TESSA'S SHAPE-SHIFTING??
Okay so this scene in heir of fire where the Valg are in Celaena's head and she's reliving all of her worst memories. She's broken and she's accepting the pain that Sam and Nehemia are giving her because she thinks she deserves it as she failed them. And then she goes to a scene where she sees her parents and Sam and Nehemia and Aelin and they all ask her to get up, but she can't. And one by one they all start calling her a traitor but Aelin keeps sitting beside her, reaching her arm out. I think it signifies really beautifully how everyone ends up hating Celaena for some reason or the other and she accepts their hate even though she loves them. But Aelin always stays with her. She stays even when everyone else's words turn to poison. And that moment when she decides to take Aelin's hand is when Celaena Sardothien dies. Samlaena happy ending besties<3
“Hello, Sam,” she breathed onto the river breeze.
“I miss you,” she said. “Every day, I miss you. And I wonder what you would have made of all this. Made of me. I think—I think you would have been a wonderful king. I think they would have liked you more than me, actually.” Her throat tightened. “I never told you—how I felt. But I loved you, and I think a part of me might always love you. Maybe you were my mate, and I never knew it. Maybe I’ll spend the rest of my life wondering about that. Maybe I’ll see you again in the Afterworld, and then I’ll know for sure. But until then … until then I’ll miss you, and I’ll wish you were here.”
if this isn't the most painful eulogy and confession I've ever read.
“Get up,” Chaol whispered. "Celaena,” he breathed, his voice laced with pain—and hope. This was all she had left—his outstretched hand, and the promise of hope, of something better waiting on the other side of that line.
Back when I shipped Chaolena</3