Ashryver Quotes & Sayings

She was shaking so badly that she tucked her hands into her pockets and clamped her lips together to lock up the words.
But they danced in her skull anyway, around and around.
You should have gotten Dorian and Sorscha out the day the king butchered those slaves. Did you learn nothing from Nehemia's death? Did you somehow think you could win with your honor intact, without sacrificing something? You shouldn't have left him; how could you let him face the king alone? How could you, how could you, how could you? — Sarah J. Maas

Behind them, across the hall, the dancers shattered their roses on the floor, and Aedion grinned at his queen as the entire world went to hell. — Sarah J. Maas

Having Aelin help him the first time had been awkward enough that he couldn't even go until she started singing a bawdy tune at the top of her lungs and turned on the sink faucet, all the while helping him stand over the toilet. — Sarah J. Maas

I like the new scar Captain. — Sarah J. Maas

If she could keep breathing, she wouldn't fall apart. — Sarah J. Maas

They'd been forged of the same ore, two sides of the same golden, scarred coin. She'd know it when she spied him atop the execution plataform. She couldn't explain it. No one could understand that instant bond, that soul-deep assurance and rightness, unless they, too, had experienced it. But she owned no explanations to anyone - not about Aedion. — Sarah J. Maas

Aelin hissed, Need I remind you Captain, that you went to Endovier and did not blink at the slaves and the mass graves? Need I remind you that I was starved and chained and you let Duke Perrington force me to the ground at Dorian's feet while you did nothing? And now you have the nerve to accuse me of not caring, when many of the people in this city have profited off the blood and misery of the very people you ignored? — Sarah J. Maas

She slid of out his grasp. "If we live through tomorrow, you'll get the rest."

He didn't know whether to laugh or roar. "Are you trying to bribe me into surviving? — Sarah J. Maas

From tears to sass in a few minutes. I'm glad the month apart hasn't dimmed your usual good spirits. — Sarah J. Maas

Don't tell me what I do and don't deserve. Don't tell me about tomorrow, or the future, or any of it. — Sarah J. Maas

But Aelin suddenly said, "Thank you."
Nesryn paused, somehow knowing the queen had spoken to her.
Aelin put a hand on her heart. "For all that you're risking - thank you."
Nesryn's eyes flickered as she said, "Long live the queen. — Sarah J. Maas

Aedion snorted. "Hurry up with the eggs. I'm going to die of starvation."
"Make the bacon, or you don't get any."
Aedion could hardly move fast enough. — Sarah J. Maas

Aedion hadn't dared tell the shifter that he often counted the minutes until she returned, that his chest always felt unbearably tight until he spotted whatever winged or finned form she wore returning to them. — Sarah J. Maas

Aedion - every breath she took seemed to echo his name. Aedion, Aedion, Aedion. — Sarah J. Maas

With every breath, Aideon felt that lingering scent wrapping tighter around his heart and soul. When she came back, he was never letting her go. — Sarah J. Maas

Aedion rubbed at his face. "Do you understand what it was like to sit on my ass while you were gone? You said two hours. What was I supposed to think?"
"Aedion," she said as calmly as she could, and pulled off her filthy gloves before taking his broad, callused hand. "I get it. I do. — Sarah J. Maas

Thank you for the oil," he added. "My skin was a little dry. — Sarah J. Maas

To whatever end. — Sarah J. Maas

Her heart - it had been meant for her heart.
And he had taken that arrow for her.
The killing calm spread through her like hoarfrost. She'd kill them all. Slowly.
They reached the second bridge just as Aedion's barrage of arrows halted, his quiver no doubt emptied. She shoved Rowan onto the planks. "Run," she said.
"No - ".
"Run."
It was a voice that she'd never heard herself use - a queen's voice - that came out, along with the blind yank she made on the blood oath that bound them together.
His eyes flashed with fury, but his body moved as though she'd compelled him. He staggered across the bridge, just as
Aelin whirled, drawing Goldryn and ducking just as the Wing Leader's sword swiped for her head. — Sarah J. Maas

Remind me tomorrow to tell you how charming you are. — Sarah J. Maas

Aedion shrugged. "I find pleasure in both, depending on my mood and the person." One of his former lovers still remained one of his closest friends - and most skilled commanders in his Bane. "Attraction is attraction. — Sarah J. Maas

We are the masters of our own fates - we decide how we go forward. — Sarah J. Maas

Long live the queen. — Sarah J. Maas

Her scent hit him. For a second, he could only breathe it deep into his lungs,his Fae instincts roaring that this was his family, this was his queen, this was Aelin. He would have known her even if he were blind. Even if there was another scent entwined with hers. Staggeringly powerful and ancient and - male. Interesting. — Sarah J. Maas

Eyllwe," Chaol breathed. "Send word to Eyllwe. Tell them to hold on - tell them to prepare." Perhaps it was the light, perhaps it was the cold, but Aedion could have sworn there were tears in the captain's eyes as he said, "Tell them it's time to fight back. — Sarah J. Maas

Because Celaena was Aelin Ashryver Galathynius, heir to the throne and rightful Queen of Terrasen. It — Sarah J. Maas

That sounds a lot like, ' I have more secrets that I'm going to spring on you whenever I feel like stopping your heart dead in your chest. — Sarah J. Maas

But the king was frowning. "I expected you a month ago."
Aedion actually had the nerve to shrug. "Apologies. The Staghorns were slammed with a final winter storm. I left when I could."
Every person in the hall held their breath. — Sarah J. Maas

The king picked up his goblet, swirling the wine inside. 'I didn't receive word that your legion was here.'
"They're not."
Chaol braced for the execution order, praying he wouldn't be the one to do it. The king said, "I told you to bring them, General."
"Here, I was thinking you wanted the plesure of my company. — Sarah J. Maas

Tell Aelin Galathynius that Wendlyn has never forgotten Evalin Ashryver," Galan said to him, to Aedion. "Or Terrasen. — Sarah J. Maas

Your soldiers look like they have seen better days." "Oh, they always look like that. I've tried and tries to get them to focus on outside appearances as much as improving their inner beauty, but... you know how men are. — Sarah J. Maas

Ten years of shadows, but no longer. Light up the darkness, Majesty. — Sarah J. Maas

A strange, ever-changing female scent hit him, and Aedion found Lysandra leaning against the hallway door. Tears gleamed in her eyes even as she smiled.
She gazed at the closed bedroom door, as if she could still see the prince and queen inside. "That," she said, more to herself than to him. "That is what I am going to find one day."
"A gorgeous Fae warrior?" Aedion said, shifting a bit.
Lysandra chuckled, wiping away her tears, and gave him a knowing look before walking away. — Sarah J. Maas

My name is Aelin Ashryver Galathynius. And I am the Queen of Terrasen. — Sarah J. Maas

Aelin's hand wavered slightly over his wound. "What's your shield made of, then?"
Fenrys tried and failed to shrug. But Gavriel muttered from where he worked on the still-whimpering pirate, "Arrogance."
Aelin snorted, but didn't dare take her eyes off Fenrys's injury as she said, "So you do have sense of humor, Gavriel."
The Lion of Doranelle gave a wary smile over his shoulder. The rare-sighted, restrained twin to Aedion's own flashing grins. Aelin had called him Uncle Kitty-Cat all of one time before Aedion had snarled viciously enough to make her think carefully before using the term again. Gavriel, to his credit, had merely given Aelin a long-suffereing sigh that seemed to be used only when she or Fenrys were around.
"That sense of humor only appears about once every century," Fenrys rasped, "so you'd better hope you Settle, or else that's the last time you'll see it. — Sarah J. Maas

Where is Aelin.
Where is my wife? — Sarah J. Maas

He stared at her; she stared right back.
Unyielding, unbreakable. They'd been cut from the same cloth.
Aedion loosed a breath and looked at their joined hands - then opened his to examine her scarred palm, crisscrossed with the marks of her vow to Nehemia and the cut she'd made the moment she and Rowan became carranam, their magic joining them in an eternal bond.
'It's hard not to think all of your scars are my fault.'
Oh. Oh. — Sarah J. Maas

A smile tugged at her lips, and her eyes - their eyes - sparkled. 'Hello, Aedion. — Sarah J. Maas

Aelin was no savior to rally behind, but a cataclysm to be weathered. — Sarah J. Maas

And Elide sobbed as Manon Blackbeak emerged, smiling faintly.
As Manon Blackbeak saw her and Aelin, knee-to-knee in the grass, and mouthed one word.

Hope. — Sarah J. Maas

Hw would probably have been even more scandalised to learn I'm not wearing any undergarments beneath this dress.' - Aelin Ashrvyer Galathynius — Sarah J. Maas

I'm going to call in old debts and promises. To raise an army of assassins and thieves and exiles and commoners. — Sarah J. Maas

There was a poem scribbled at the top of the Ashryver family tree, as though some student had dashed it down as a reminder while studying.
Ashryver Eyes
The fairest eyes, from legends old
Of brightest blue, ringed with gold
Bright blue eyes, ringed with gold. A strangled cry came out of him. How many times had he looked into those eyes? How many times had he seen her avert her gaze, that one bit proof she couldn't hide, from the king?
Celaena Sardothien wasn't in league with Aelin Ashryver Galathynius.
Celaena Sardothien was Aelin Ashryver Galathynius, heir to the throne and righful Queen of Terrasen. — Sarah J. Maas

TERRASEN REMEMBERS EVALIN ASHRYVER.
DO YOU?
I FOUGHT AT MISTWARD FOR YOUR PEOPLE.
RETURN THE GODS-DAMNED FAVOR. — Sarah J. Maas

She looked at them, at the three males who meant everything - more than everything. Then she smiled with every last shred of courage, of desperation, of hope for the glimmer of that glorious future. Let's go rattle the stars. — Sarah J. Maas

She wondered whether the queen knew. Rowan did. Aedion did. And Arobynn did. He had understood that with Rowan, she was no longer afraid of him; with Rowan, Arobynn was now utterly unnecessary. Irrelevant. — Sarah J. Maas

And though he stood taller than her, he felt smaller as Aelin stared at him. No, not just Aelin. Queen Aelin Ashryver Galathynius, he realized, was staring at him. — Sarah J. Maas

They joined hands.
So the world ended.
And the next one began. — Sarah J. Maas

Where will we go?"
"I hear hell is particularly nice at this time of year. — Sarah J. Maas

Let's go rattle the stars. — Sarah J. Maas

You are my Fireheart — Sarah J. Maas

He gripped her hard, forcing her to meet his eyes as he snarled, "I see you. I see every part of you. And I am not afraid."
I will not be afraid.
A line in the burning brightness.
My name is Aelin Ashryver Galathynius . . .
And I will not be afraid. — Sarah J. Maas

You survived; I survived. We're together again. I once begged the gods to let me see you - if only for a moment. To see you and know you'd made it. Just once; that was all I ever hoped for. — Sarah J. Maas

And at long last, Aelin Ashryver Galathynius was home. — Sarah J. Maas

Why bother when a dramatic entrance is so much more fun? — Sarah J. Maas

Even if she hadn't slaughtered Baba Yellowlegs, Manon would have killed her just for that spell she'd used to freeze her feet. Etching some foul spell with the man's blood.
And now she was going to die.
Wind-Cleaver pressed against the queen's blade. But Aelin held her ground and hissed, I'm going to rip you to shreds. — Sarah J. Maas

Aedion touched her shoulder. Welcome home, Aelin. — Sarah J. Maas

Lysandra's smile grew. "I like your fangs," she said sweetly.
Aelin choked on her grape. Of course Lysandra did.
Rowan gave a little grin that usually sent Aelin running. "Are you studying them so you can replicate them when you take my form, shape-shifter?"
Aelin's fork froze in midair.
"Bullshit," Aedion said. — Sarah J. Maas

He was a boy in love with a wildfire. Or at least he thought he was — Sarah J. Maas

Rolfe unlocked the door, muttering, "This had better be worth my time," and stalked into the awaiting dimness beyond. Then stopped dead.
Even in the watery light, Dorian could perfectly see the woman sitting at Rolfe's desk, her black clothes dirty, weapons gleaming, and her feet propped on the dark wooden surface.
Aelin Galathynius, her hands laced behind her head, grinned at them all and said, "I like this office far better thank your old one Rolfe. — Sarah J. Maas

The useless sentries in the watchtower are now all half in love with you," he lied. "One said he wanted to marry you."

A low snarl. He yielded a foot but held eye contact with her as he grinned. "But you know what I told them? I said that they didn't stand a chance in hell. Because I am going to marry you," he promised her. "One day. I am going to marry you. I'll be generous and let you pick when, even if it's ten years from now. Or twenty. But one day, you are going to be my wife."

He shrugged. "Princess Lysandra Ashryver sounds nice, doesn't it? — Sarah J. Maas

Rowan lifted his eyebrows. Are you all right?
She nodded. I just want to get through these two days and be done with it.
"That will never stop being strange," Aedion muttered.
"Deal with it," she told him, carrying the suit into the bedroom. "Let's go hunt ourselves a pretty little demon. — Sarah J. Maas

Are you ashamed of what I've done?" she dared to ask.
His brow creased. "Why would you ever think that?"
She couldn't quite look him in the eye as she ran a finger down the blanket. "Are you?"
Aedion was silent long enough that she lifted her head - but found him gazing toward the door, as though he could see through it, across the city, to the captain. When he turned to her, his handsome face was open - soft in a way she doubted many ever saw. "Never," he said. "I could never be ashamed of you. — Sarah J. Maas

What do you want me to tell you, Fireheart? — Sarah J. Maas

You're not going to believe me," Aelin went on. "What I've just said, you're not going to believe me. I know it--and that's fine. I don't expect you to. When you're ready, I'll be here."

"You're the Queen of Terrasen. You can't be."

"Says who? We are the masters of our own fates--we decide how to go forward." She squeezed his hand. "You're my friend, Dorian. — Sarah J. Maas

One last time - you have to wear this mask one last time, and then you can bury Celaena Sardothien forever. — Sarah J. Maas

The two princes stared at each other, one gold and one silver, one her twin and one her soul-bonded. There was nothing friendly in the stares, nothing human - two Fae males locked in some unspoken dominance battle. — Sarah J. Maas

Ashryver eyes.
The fairest eyes, from legends old
of brightest, ringed with gold. — Sarah J. Maas

Aelin took a step forward.
One step, as if in a daze.
She loosed a shuddering breath, and a small, whimpering noise came out of her - a sob.
And then she was sprinting down the alley, flying as though the winds themselves pushed at her heels.
She flung herself on the male, crashing into him hard enough that anyone else might have gone rocking back into the stone wall.
But the male grabbed her to him, his massive arms wrapping around her tightly and lifting her up. Nesryn made to approach, but Aedion stopped her with a hand on her arm.
Aelin was laughing as she cried, and the male was just holding her, his hooded head buried in her neck. As if he were breathing her in.
"Who is that?" Nesryn asked.
Aedion smiled. "Rowan. — Sarah J. Maas

The King of Adarlan is dead," Manon said. The world stopped. "Aelin Galathynius killed him and shattered his glass castle."

Elide covered her mouth with a hand, shaking her head. Aelin... Aelin...

"She was aided," Manon went on, "by Prince Aedion Ashryver."
Elide began sobbing.

"And rumor has it Lord Ren Allsbrook is working in the North as a rebel."

Elide buried her face in her hands. Then there was a hard, iron-tipped hand on her shoulder.

A tentative touch.

"Hope," Manon said quietly. — Sarah J. Maas

Your fussy nursemaid of a wyvern is fine, by the way. I don't know how you wound up with a sweet thing like that for a mount, but he's content to sprawl in the sun on the foredeck. Can't say it makes the sailors particularly happy - especially cleaning up after him."
Find somewhere safe, she'd told Abraxos. Had he somehow found the queen? Somehow known this was the only place she might stand a chance of surviving? — Sarah J. Maas

Aelin had promised herself, months and months ago, that she would not pretend to be anything but what she was. She had crawled through darkness and blood and despair-she had survived. — Sarah J. Maas

Celaena Sardothien wasn't in league with Aelin Ashryver Galathynius.
Celaena Sardothien was Aelin Ashryver Galathynius, heir to the throne and rightful Queen of Terranes.
Celaena was Aelin Galathynius, the greatest living threat to Adarlan, the one person who could raise an army capable of standing against the king. Now, she was also the one person who knew the secret source of the king's power - and who sought a way to destroy it.
And he had just sent her into the arms of her strongest potential allies: to the homeland of her mother, the kingdom of her cousin, and the domain of her aunt, Queen Maeve of the Fae.
Celaena was the lost Queen of Terrasen.
Chaol sank to his knees. — Sarah J. Maas

She would fill the world with it, with her light-her gift. She would light up the darkness, so brightly that all who were lost or wounded or broken would find their way to it, a beacon for those who still dwelled in that abyss. It would not take a monster to destroy a monster-but light, light to drive out the darkness.
She was not afraid. — Sarah J. Maas

Aedion Ashryver walked into Aelin's suite of rooms in time to see that Aelin was awake-finally awake, and lifting her face to Rowan's. They were sitting on the bed, Aelin in Rowan's lap, the Fae warrior's arms locked around her as he looked at her the way she deserved to be looked at. And when they kissed, deeply, without hesitation-
Rowan didn't so much as glance at Aedion's way before a wind snapped through the suite, slamming the bedroom door in Aedion's face.
Point taken. — Sarah J. Maas

She knew he meant it. He'd burn the library, the city or the whole world to ashes if she asked him. It was their bond, marked by blood and scent and something else she couldn't place. A tether as strong as the one that bound her to her parents. Stronger, in some ways. — Sarah J. Maas

Whatever you had to do to survive, whatever you did from spite or rage or selfishness ... I don't give a damn. You're here - and you're perfect. You always were, and you always will be. — Sarah J. Maas

We do not look bad, Chaol. It helps no one and nothing to look back. We can only go on.'
'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

Why don't you get to the point," she drawled. "I want to have a few hours of sleep tonight." Not a lie. With every breath, exhaustion wrapped tighter around her bones.
"I would have thought," Arobynn said, "given how close you two were and your abilities, that you'd somehow be able to sense it. Or at least hear of it, considering what he was accused of."
The prick was enjoying every second of this. If Dorian was dead or hurt
"Your cousin Aedion has been imprisoned for treason - for conspiring with the rebels here in Rifthold to depose the king and put you back on the throne."
The world stopped.
Stopped, and started, then stopped again. — Sarah J. Maas

The feeling that passed between them, so powerful there was no language to describe it... It was not mere friendship, but something born of and strengthened by it. — Sarah J. Maas

. . . You're alive today because of that training, boyo — Sarah J. Maas

I know you two are old and up past your bedtime so ill keep this quick. — Sarah J. Maas

We'd better eat before we raise hell." - Aelin Ashrvyer Galathynius — Sarah J. Maas