I have no soul. But I made you a promise on my mother’s doorstep, and she was sacred to me. I was a child then. I am not now. I cannot. I will not. I owe him a debt from many years ago.
“Death is the mother of beauty”, said Henry. “And what is beauty?” “Terror.” “And if beauty is terror”, said Julian, “then what is desire? We think we have many desires, but in fact we have only one. What is it?” “To live”, said Camilla. “To live forever”, said Bunny.
“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.”