Queen Of Shadows - Blog Posts
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.
“‘What if we go on … only to more pain and despair? What if we go on, only to find a horrible end waiting for us?’
…
‘Then it is not the end.’”
— Sarah J. Maas, Queen of Shadows (Throne of Glass #4)
Throne of glass as an album receipt, inspired by RJ Kaur on YouTube. Made by me.
Dorian: I have a theory
Aelin: really?
Dorian: yes, if I go hug manon right now, she will kill me.
Aelin: let’s prove that theory—
Chaol: NO—
The trope where two characters are somewhere they shouldn't be, so they start making out to hide the real reason>>>
EVEN BETTER IF THEY'RE ENEMIES- *squeals*
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
“You can call me Rowan. That’s all you need to know.” He cocked his head to the side, a predator assessing prey. “Thank you for the oil,” he added. “My skin was a little dry.”
He never specified that only you had to wear it.
Her throat tightened and she shook her head.
What?
You just … She shook her head again. Surprise me sometimes.
Good. I’d hate for you to get bored.
This is the level of badass-ness I wanna achieve.
“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.
“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>>>>>
Every muscle in Chaol’s body locked up as he discovered Aelin now standing at Nesryn’s side. Of course. Of course she’d tracked them here.
Frankly, she didn’t deserve a word out of him, but when she’d hunted him down an hour ago, interrupting a meeting that was so secret that they’d disclosed the location to the rebel leaders only an hour before.
Chaol made it a block before Aelin silently dropped down beside him. He didn’t flinch. “I should have known better.” “You really should have.”
“Again,” Chaol said, “why are you here?” She’d just … snuck up on them. With far too much ease.
Please this is hilarious lmao
Magical Manbuns
Picturing Rowan with a man bun. Is that wrong? Then I don't want to be right.
Let's go rattle the stars.
Queen of Shadows by Sarah J. Maas
Elide Lochan, Lady of Perranth, 18/?
An Insider’s Guide to Throne of Glass: Xandria, the Capital of the Deserted Land, 1/?
Elide Lochan, Lady of Perranth, 19/?
The Crochan Witches, 5/?
Friendly Reminder
Bryce vacuumed Micah up.
"She wasn't fated for anything. Not anymore. "
-Throne of Glass, Chapter 6
it hits differently when you're rereading
bye i'll just go sob in a corner y'all
"Arobynn once told me that second place was just a nice name for first loser."
-Celaena Sardothien
aelin(prob at some point) to rowan: i know you love me coz i love me too.
i just know lorcan have a closet full of shirts for elide to cut up for her during that time the month
Literally aelin
And by $5, I mean for free.
I just realised that aelin will see Dorian and chaol die of old age.
HOW DO I GO BACK!!
sjm really making me go to therapy just so that i can cry my eyes about the thirteen and the yielding and how manon is all alone now in the wastes as dorian is Adarlan.