Top 56 Rowan Whitethorn Quotes
#1. Unleashing a cry that set the world trembling, Prince Rowan Whitethorn Galathynius, Consort of the Queen of Terrasen, began the hunt to find his wife.
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#2. I claim you, Rowan Whitethorn. I don't care what you say and how much you protest. I claim you as my friend.
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#3. I've never taken a woman on a beach," - Rowan Whitethorn
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#4. You make me want to live, Rowan.
He wondered if Elide Lochan had somehow made Lorcan want to do the same.
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#5. Thirty minutes later, Rowan was still staring up at the ceiling, teeth gritted as he calmed the roaring in
his veins that was steadily shredding through his self-control.
That gods-damned nightgown.
Shit.
He was in such deep, unending shit.
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#6. All Rowan now had to offer his queen were the strength of his sword, the depth of his magic, and the loyalty of his heart.
Such things did not win wars.
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#7. 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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#9. 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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#11. 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.
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#12. Rowan just asked, "Did you have a favorite form?"
Lysandra's grin was nothing short of wicked. "I liked anything with claws and big, big fangs.
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#13. Holy gods. He'd frozen the whole damn lake. He was THAT powerful?
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#14. 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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#15. He himself was a beautiful weapon, forged by centuries of ruthless training and warring.
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#16. When my mate died, it took me a very, very long time to come back."
It took her a moment to think of what to say.
"How long?"
"Two hundred three years, twenty-seven days ago.
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#18. From tears to sass in a few minutes. I'm glad the month apart hasn't dimmed your usual good spirits.
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#19. I kept thinking about how you might never know that I missed you with only an ocean between us. But if it was death separating us ... I would find you. I don't care how many rules it would break. Even if I had to get all three keys myself and open a gate, I would find you again. Always.
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#20. 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.
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#21. Even when we're apart tomorrow, I'll be with you every step of the way. And every step after - wherever that may be.
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#22. She would not waste energy missing him, wishing he were here to talk everything through, or to just have the comfort of waking up beside him and knowing he existed. She swallowed
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#24. Their hands clasped between them, he whispered into her ear, I claim you, too, Aelin Galathynius.
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#25. 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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#26. Aelin slumbered beside him, her breathing deep and even, yet again wearing one of his shirts. Some primal part of him snarled in satisfaction at the sight, at knowing she was covered in his scent.
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#27. It would all be fine, even if it went to hell, so long as he was here with her.
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#28. 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.
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#29. 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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#30. Better than being a dog leashed by a psychotic monster.
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#31. How can I take away somebody who means the world to someone else? Even if she is my enemy.
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#32. 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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#33. 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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#34. Why bother when a dramatic entrance is so much more fun?
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#35. Fae warriors: invaluable in a fight - and raging pains in her ass at all other times.
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#37. Primal anger sharpened in his gut, brimming with a territorial, possessive need. Not a need for her, but a need to portect
a male's duty and honor.
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#38. Gods, without his magic ... Humans were remarkable. To be able to survive without leaning on magic ... He had to give them credit.
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#39. 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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#40. 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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#41. I know you two are old and up past your bedtime so ill keep this quick.
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#42. The three others whirled for Rowan, and there was nothing he could do to get to that fuse.
To save the queen who held his heart in her scarred hands.
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#43. Tell Aelin Galathynius that Wendlyn has never forgotten Evalin Ashryver," Galan said to him, to Aedion. "Or Terrasen.
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#44. 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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#45. Saying those words made a sharp, quick panic rise up in her, an aching pain that had her throat closing. "You left me," she repeated. Maybe it was only out of blind terror at the abyss opening up again around her, but she whispered, "I have no one left. No one.
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#46. 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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#47. These days, I am very glad to be a mortal, and to only have to endure this life once. These days, I don't envy you at all."
"And before?"
It was her turn to stare toward the horizon. "I used to wish I had a chance to see it all- and hated that I never would.
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#48. Gods, he was brilliant. Cunning and wicked and brilliant.
Even when he beat the hell out of her. Every. Damn. Day.
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#49. She had lied to him. She had wanted to save lives, yes. But she had gone out there with no intention of saving her own.
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#50. 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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#51. He'd never realized how precious the calm moments were.
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#52. 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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#53. 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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#54. He would not apologize for today, or yesterday, or for any of it. And she would not ask him to, not now that she understood that in the weeks she had been looking at him it had been like gazing at a reflection. No wonder she had loathed him.
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#55. 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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#56. Thank you for the oil," he added. "My skin was a little dry.
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