Aelin. She was Aelin Ashryver Whitethorn Galathynius, and she was Queen of Terrasen.

Every step. Every curve into darkness. Every moment of despair and rage and pain. It had led him to precisely where he needed to be. Where he wanted to be.

“The world,” Aelin said, “will be saved and remade by the dreamers, Rolfe.”

“When you shatter the chains of this world and forge the next, remember that art is as vital as food to a kingdom. Without it, a kingdom is nothing, and will be forgotten by time.”

“My name is Celaena Sardothien,” she whispered, “and I will not be afraid.”

No longer would they be locked away in her heart.

“Once you know this, there is no unknowing it,”

“Guards are of no use in a library.” Oh, how wrong he was! Libraries were full of ideas—perhaps the most dangerous and powerful of all weapons.

Here is a very special place - one that we all know in some form or fashion.

We have been given immense power, and we must use it. To squander it would be wicked especially if we do not use it to right wrongs

Because here’s the thing: it doesn’t matter how much gas we give good new habits; if we don’t resolve our bad ones, we still have our foot on the brake.

A slow-burn fantasy romance for fans of S.A. Chakraborty

“They came for Manchuria first. They will come for Shanghai next, swallow up the coastal city where they have already been allowed land and law. The empire across the sea is small. And when this is an age of expansion, they will claim that invasion must be performed in self-defense, that it is a necessity while their people grow hungrier, a population with mouths to feed and feet to plant.”

“That’s ridiculous—I would never kick him onto the sofa,” Juliette replied. “If he ever angers me, a better punishment would be for him to continue sleeping next to me, feeling the power of my wrath.”

The rest of us have to keep racing along the hamster wheel of relevance.

Beguiled By Books now offers reading guides to make leading book club discussions easier!

Privilege accumulates as you advance in life.

At some point in recent history, the global economy stopped making sense.

The world is changing, and the more penitent humans there are, the less it’s “socially acceptable” to acknowledge the existence of magic.

“Don’t underestimate the psychological value of that feeling of direct connection with the author as a compensation for what might seem like worldly sacrifice required by heresy.”