Remember when Throne of Glass was just about an assassin trying to win her freedom and I only had one ship? Now everyone is dying or being put in an iron box and I have more ships than I can handle
(not that I’m complaining)
“No one calls you honey when you’re sitting on a throne I’ll be high up in that tower, he’ll be down there getting stoned Beware the patient woman, cause this much I know No one calls you honey when you’re sitting on a throne”
Alone with Lorcan, Maeve said to the warrior, “You have done all this—for me?”
He did not move. Maeve said, “Speak.”
Lorcan loosed a shuddering breath and said, “Yes. Yes—it was all for you. All of it.”
Elide gripped the seagrass in fistfuls, and Manon half wondered if she’d grow iron nails and shred it apart at the fury in her face. The hate.
Empire of Storms
The moment we all wanted to grow iron nails and scratch his face off.