But perhaps the monsters needed to look out for each other every now and then.

The queen looked at the nails, the teeth, and grinned.
Honestly–it was a shame that Manon had to kill her.

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

How can I take away somebody who means the world to someone else? Even if she is my enemy.

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.

Rowan stood with his queen in the rain, breathing in her scent, and let her steal his warmth for as long as she needed.