Top 100 Aelin's Quotes
#1. Lysandra gazed at the ring, then lifted her eyes to Aelin's face - and threw her arms around her neck, squeezing tight. She took that as a yes.
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#2. Even from the distance, the captain's eyes locked onto Aelin's.
He didn't smile.
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#3. The creature took Aelin's face in its hands, and her sword thudded to the ground, forgotten.
Rowan was screaming as the creature pulled her into its arms. As she stopped fighting. As her flames winked out and darkness swallowed her whole.
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#4. Aelin Galathynius smiled at her, hand still outreached. "Get up." the princess said.
Celaena reached across the earth between them and brushed her fingers against Aelin's.
And arose.
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#5. You will find, Rolfe, that one does not deal with Celaena Sardothien. One survives her
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#6. We are the masters of our own fates - we decide how we go forward.
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#7. And had then acted territorial enough to make Rowan wonder if he seemed so ridiculous around Aelin all the time.
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#8. The world," Aelin said, "will be saved and remade by the dreamers, Rolfe.
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#9. She dared a look at Rowan, whose face remained carefully blank, but saw the words there anyway. You wicked, clever fox. And here you were, thinking the red hair was just for vanity. I shall never doubt again.
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#10. We'd better eat before we raise hell." - Aelin Ashrvyer Galathynius
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#11. Aelin Galathynius looked at Manon Blackbeak over their crossed swords and let out a low, vicious snarl.
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#12. They were full of light, of fire and starlight and sunshine. They over-flowed with it as they snapped the final tether on the king's power and cleaved his darkness away, burning it up until it was nothing.
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#13. 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.
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#14. Aedion touched her shoulder. Welcome home, Aelin.
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#15. 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.
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#16. 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.
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#17. 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.
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#18. A minute of pleasant conversation, and then the territorial Fae bullshit comes raging out
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#19. 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.
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#20. Aelin was insane, Dorian realized. Brilliant and wicked, but insane.
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#21. Because Celaena was Aelin Ashryver Galathynius, heir to the throne and rightful Queen of Terrasen. It
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#22. A gold coin says he misses," Fenrys rasped.
"Save your breath for healing," Aelin snapped.
"Make it two," Aedion said behind them. "I say he hits."
"You can all go to hell," Aelin snarled. But then added, "Make it five. Ten says he downs it with the first shot.
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#23. 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.
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#24. I am going to find the Crochans. And I am going to raise an army with them. For Aelin Galathynius. And her people. And for ours. - Manon
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#25. You deserve to be happy, he said. And meant it. She deserved the joy he so often glimpsed on her face when Rowan was near - deserved the wicked laughter she shared with Aedion, the comfort and teasing with Lysandra. She deserved happiness, perhaps more than anyone.
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#26. Elegant, feminine, and utterly wild. Warm, and steadfast - unbreakable, his queen.
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#27. Tell me that we'll get through tomorrow. Tell me that we'll survive the war. Tell me - " She swallowed hard. "Tell me that even if I lead us all to ruin, we'll burn in hell together.
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#28. 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.
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#30. 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.
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#32. 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.
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#33. Why," he asked. "Why did you save her?"
She dragged a hand through her hair. [ ... ]
"Because that golden-haired witch, Asterin ... ," Aelin said. "She screamed Manon's name the way I screamed yours.
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#35. He was a boy in love with a wildfire. Or at least he thought he was
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#36. Where will we go?"
"I hear hell is particularly nice at this time of year.
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#37. 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.
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#38. Celaena had been everything that Aelin wasn't. She had embraced that life, even if Celaena's accomplishments were death and torture and pain.
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#39. She could forgive the girl who had needed a captain of the guard to offer stability after a year in hell; forgive the girl who had needed a captain to be her champion. But she was her own champion now.
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#40. No flicker of amusement, no hint of fear. The woman could give Rowan a run for his money for sheer iciness.
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#41. Tell me that even if I lead us all to ruin, we'll burn in hell together.'
'We're not going to hell, Aelin,' he said. 'But wherever we go, we'll go together.
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#42. But she didn't want to know - didn't want to think about the Sun Goddess and her agenda as she flung herself on Rowan, breathing in his scent, memorizing the feel of him. The first member of her court - the court that would change the world. The court that would rebuild it. Together.
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#43. She pulled a small box from her pocket.
"There's one more task," Aelin said, holding the box out to Lysandra. "You'll probably hate me for it later. But you can start by saying yes."
"Proposing to me? How unexpected.
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#44. Aedion - every breath she took seemed to echo his name. Aedion, Aedion, Aedion.
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#45. And he looked lonely enough that she said, 'If you like, you could be my friend'.
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#46. Aedion yawned - the lousiest attempt at one Rowan had ever seen - and excused himself.
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#47. She yawned, and Rowan rubbed his eyes, his other hand still in hers. But he didn't let go. And when she awoke before dawn, warm and safe and rested, Rowan was still holding her hand, clasped to his chest.
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#48. My name is Aelin Ashryver Galathynius. And I am the Queen of Terrasen.
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#49. Thank you for the oil," he added. "My skin was a little dry.
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#50. I love you. There is no limit to what I can give to you, no time I need. Even when this world is a forgotten whisper of dust between the stars, I will love you." Aelin
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#51. I want to take my time with you - to learn ... every inch of you. And this apartment has very, very thin walls. I don't want to have an audience" he added as he leaned down again, brushing his mouth over the cut at the base of her throat, "when I make you moan, Aelin.
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#52. No fear in her eyes - in her pretty, mortal face.
None
It'd be more trouble than it was worth.
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#53. 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.
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#54. 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.
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#55. I know you two are old and up past your bedtime so ill keep this quick.
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#56. . . . You're alive today because of that training, boyo
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#58. This thing between them, the force of it, could devour the world. And if they picked it, picked them, it might very well cause the end of it.
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#59. Rowan had not possessed an army of his own to give to Aelin. To give to Terrasen. So he had won an army for her.
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#60. 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.
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#61. Dorian said, "So here we are." "The end of the road," Aelin said with a half smile. "No," Chaol said, his own smile faint, tentative. "The beginning of the next.
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#64. Aelin Galathynius had raised an army not just to challenge Morath, but to rattle the stars.
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#65. 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.
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#66. What if we go on,' he said, 'only to more pain and despair? What if we go on, only to find a horrible friend waiting for us?'
Aelin looked northward, as if she could see all the way to Terrasen. 'Then it is not the end.
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#67. Why bother when a dramatic entrance is so much more fun?
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#68. One last time - you have to wear this mask one last time, and then you can bury Celaena Sardothien forever.
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#69. 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.
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#70. Rowan stood with his queen in the rain, breathing in her scent, and let her steal his warmth for as long as she needed.
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#71. It was a long story, and sometimes she grew quiet and cried - and during those times he leaned over to wipe away her tears.
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#72. Maybe this city did deserve Aelin Galathynius's flames. Maybe Chaol deserved to burn, too.
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#73. Aelin was a warrior, able to fight with blade or magic. And she was done with hiding.
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#74. How can I take away somebody who means the world to someone else? Even if she is my enemy.
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#76. 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.
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#77. And he wondered if Aelin was somehow watching the archipelago, and the seas, and the skies, as if she might never see them again.
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#78. Aelin sighed. 'This place has been shut down for months, and yet I swear I can still hear the music floating in the air.'
Rowan angled his head, studying the dark with those immortal senses. 'Perhaps the music does live on, in some form.'
The thought made her eyes sting.
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#79. Aelin was no savior to rally behind, but a cataclysm to be weathered.
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#80. Don't tell me what I do and don't deserve. Don't tell me about tomorrow, or the future, or any of it.
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#81. Ice and fire. Frost and embers. Locked in a battle, pushing and pulling.
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#82. Aelin didn't know when she started crying, when her body began shaking with the force of it. She had never said such words- to anyone. Never let herself be that vulnerable, never felt this burning and unending thing, so consuming she might die from the force of it.
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#83. But perhaps the monsters needed to look out for each other every now and then.
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#84. Power called to power among the Fae. Perhaps Aelin Galathynius was unlucky the cadre had been drawn to Maeve's power long before she was born, had chained themselves to her instead. Perhaps they were the unlucky ones, for not holding out for something better.
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#85. Tell Aelin Galathynius that Wendlyn has never forgotten Evalin Ashryver," Galan said to him, to Aedion. "Or Terrasen.
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#86. Aelin had known, though. That he was her mate. And she had not pushed it, or demanded he face it, because she loved him, and he knew she'd rather carve out her own heart than cause him pain or distress. His Fireheart. His equal, his friend, his lover. His wife. His mate.
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#87. Her new enemy, but perhaps the monsters needed to look out for each other every now and then.
You are too good of a fighter to kill, but if i die here because of you, ill beat the shit out of you in hell
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#88. It was time. One breath - another. She was the heir of fire. 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. Aelin
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#89. He did not recognize the guards standing watch at the gates he had once protected so proudly, the gates he had ridden through not even a year ago with an assassin newly freed from Endovier, her chains tied to his saddle.
Now she led him in chains through those gates, an assassin one last time.
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#90. Lysandra had entered and passed out in her bed with no explanation for why or what she'd been doing beforehand. And since she was utterly unconscious, Aelin had just climbed into bed beside her.
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#91. Aelin can decide what to tell you." "Such a good dog." Rowan
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#93. Elide immediately shrugged out of Lorcan's grip. Aelin and Aedion had stopped ahead, waiting for her. Smiling faintly - welcomingly.
So Elide headed for them, her court, and did not look back.
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#94. Her cheek against the moss, the young princess she had been - Aelin Galathynius - reached a hand for her. 'Get up', she said softly.
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#95. Ten years of shadows, but no longer. Light up the darkness, Majesty.
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#96. That cocky smile widened. "Hello, bitch," Ansel purred.
"Hello, traitor," Aelin purred right back... "Meet Ansel of Briarcliff, assassin and Queen of the Western Wastes.
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#97. 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?
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#98. If she could keep breathing, she wouldn't fall apart.
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#99. It's Aelin now," she snapped as loudly as she dared. "Celaena Sardothien doesn't exist anymore.
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#100. You and I have always relished damning the odds.
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