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Here’s the cover for A COURT OF FROST AND STARLIGHT! How excited are you for May 2018!

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Rowaelin Wedding

So I was looking for a good Rowaelin wedding fic from Empire of Storms and decided to write one myself! I would love to hear your thought/feedback, and as always, thank you to Sarah J Maas for writing these beautiful stories! P.S. This is Aelin’s wedding dress in the story!

Rowan felt her eyes on his face before he opened his. When he turned to look at her, she was lying on the small bed beside him, head propped up on a hand as she studied him.

“Fireheart, what’s wrong?”

He saw something flicker in her eyes, a flash of fear, but it disappeared just as fast, replaced with a look of such pure love that it took Rowan’s breath away. He reached over to touch her; to remind him this wasn’t a dream. She leaned into his hand as it cupped her cheek, closing her eyes. He was hers, and she was his.

“Marry me”, she whispered.

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A Court of Hearts and Darkness Chapter Twenty Five

It’s been over a century since the epic and bloody war against Hybern, but a new, unprecedented horror lies in wait to threaten everything the Inner Circle holds dear.

At a mere 17, it seems that the only one who can save them is the Heir to the Night Court, Feyre and Rhysand’s daughter Eleana, but as a creature so vile promises to kill everyone she loves, she must combat the urge to succumb to the darkness herself. The key to success lies hidden within her mate, the bastard born Kaden, who is as oblivious to the bond as her Court is oblivious to the war on the horizon.

With the help of her cousin and warrior Felix, the son of the famed Nesta and Cassian, they will try to save everything they hold dear, hopefully before the darkness takes them all.

(This fic was written pre-acowar, so please bear in mind there are some small differences but it can still hopefully be enjoyed!)

Okay so two things so be noted. Firstly, the fist section of this with Rhys? Yeah, that was meant to be at the end of 24 and I completely forgot to put it in. My bad. Two, for the first time EVER I listened to music as I wrote one of the scenes. For max. impact, when Felix’s POV kicks in, listen to this https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w9PXLTLuuSE as you go. 

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-Chapter 25-

Rhys swirled his drink with a spoon, enjoying watching the colours of his coffee mix together. He was waiting for Eleana to come home. Unsurprisingly, she had snuck out during the night to go be with her mate. He wasn’t not mad that she snuck out, not at all, he was disappointed. Not in her, but in himself, for making his daughter feel like she couldn’t just tell him that she wanted to go see her mate.

Soon enough though, he heard her quiet footsteps sneaking through the door, and very strangely, also the quiet whispers of his nephew and Kaden.

“Laya?” Rhys called to her as she was about to climb the stairs to her room. All three children turned to look at him, shocked looks in their faces.

“Father, what are you doing?”

Rhys stood, abandoning his drink on the table to approach the three younglings. “I think that question is better asked by me.”

After Eleana had revealed to everyone her history with Kaden, it had taken a while for his family to be calm enough to leave. Nesta and Cassian were especially upset. Here was this young man who had saved the life of their child, of their niece as well, and he had been living in squalor for the past year, an upgrade from the dungeon his family had kept him in. A man who had been unspeakably abused, and yet could still dance freely with the woman he loved. Cassian wanted to go straight to Kaden’s father, Azriel’s brother, and do to him what he’d wanted for years: kill the fucker. Nesta talked him down though, and said the death of that despicable man can only be granted by Kaden and Azriel, they deserved to pull the life from the already soulless male.

“It’s good we ran into you, actually.” Felix pushed in front of Eleana. His back was straight, hair strangely tidy, and clothes much more typical of fae than Illyrian – more composed, elegant. He was in diplomatic mode.

“Why is that?”

“Because we were convening so we could discuss a strategy to make you open the investigation into the creatures again.”  

Rhys raised his eyebrows, gesturing behind him for them to take a seat. “And why is that?”

The three young ones sat on the couch. Rhys sat across from them, hooking one leg on his knee with his hands resting in in his lap.

“Because it was stupid for you to stop in the first place,” Eleana muttered under her breath. Rhys knew he wasn’t supposed to hear it, so he didn’t bother responding.

“We have re-evaluated everything we gathered,” Kaden answered, “and we think that we have enough evidence to prove that something is going on. Having ourselves experienced what these creatures are like first-hand, a potential hull in activity seems more dangerous than if we could find newer sightings of them. The fact that they have suddenly stopped makes us think that something big is going to happen – if Az and Cassian hadn’t taken over from us when we gave you what we found, we would’ve realised much sooner and brought it to your attention.”

“It concerns us deeply,” Felix continued, “that we know, undoubtedly, that something sinister is happening in Prythian and that we have the opportunity to do something about it and we’re not.”

Rhys considered their words. He had poured over the files they had given him, over and over and over again. From a surface level, they did seem like they were related through the old children’s story book they had also provided. That’s where their evidence ended though. For the life of him, Rhys couldn’t validate everything they claimed. Some of the killings, definitely, but their link to the stories was often a stretch. The biggest hole in their tale was how much they claimed happened in Prythian’s sacred mountain. Rhys himself had gone, ready to destroy what had threatened his daughter, but there was nothing there they claimed to have seen. Absolutely nothing. The wards were the same, there were no tracks from animals, no inclination whatsoever that anyone or anything had been inside since it was originally sealed. With everything stacking against them, Rhys had decided that it wasn’t worth the resources to continue.

He did have an idea though.

“I’ll give you this,” he addressed Kaden directly. “You finish your trials, you pass, and when you come to Velaris you can lead the investigation. I’ll give you whatever you need, and you can do with these leads what you will.”

Kaden looked taken aback, and glanced at Felix and Eleana to gage their reactions.

“This would be under the supervision of Felix,” Rhys added.

Kaden looked relieved at that, and looked very intensely at Eleana. Another conversation Rhys wasn’t to be a part of, it seemed, but whatever they said led to Kaden looking at him and slowing nodding.

“You have yourself a deal, High Lord.”

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grishaverse playing cards: part 1/? (and yes i did in fact make up imaginary rules to the game–hint: sevens are wild) 

Richard Webber (via houseofgreysanatomy)

Child of Peace epilogue 1 - Chaol

Manorian adventures post EoS

list of chapters on tumblr

full work on ao3

Chaol ducked as a large shadow came out of nowhere and sped across the path leading to Dorian’s tent. A sparkly winged wyvern soared overhead, its rider’s long white braid trailing through the air. With a scowl, he watched it sink lower to land on the opposite edge of camp. She wasn’t supposed to return from the Crochan villages for another week. He’d been hoping she’d be gone longer. Mostly to give him more time to reconnect with Dorian - which had not been going well. But also because he just didn’t want to deal with the inevitable gossip.

Aedion had been eager to tell him about the witch who was now sharing Dorian’s bed. Too eager. Chaol knew the general was anxious to hear about his reaction upon meeting Manon. Though, they’d already ‘met’ he thought, recalling the day in Oakwald when she’d threatened to slice his throat.

Chaol always felt there had been something off about that encounter. About how the Blackbeak witch had played with him when she could have just killed him outright. He knew of their cruelty, so the playing wasn’t unexpected. The hesitation he’d sensed in her though… That had been a surprise. And something he’d not shared with anyone else. Perhaps her reluctance to seriously hurt him had been what motivated him to pull her from the temple bridge as it had collapsed. But… No. It was more likely he’d imagined all of it. He’d simply reacted, reaching for her as she and Aelin jumped towards safety.

He sighed, following the wyvern as it descended behind the tree line. He hoped she’d become preoccupied with her coven before seeking out Dorian. Hoped to be long gone from their tent before she arrived.

Chaol nodded to the soldier standing guard outside then headed straight in to find the tent empty save for the sparse furnishings - a table and four chairs, several trunks of clothes and supplies, including one filled with weapons. And two cots. Pushed up against each other. He shook his head, irrational anger growing at the thought of Dorian’s stupidity. What the hell is he thinking? Yes, the witch apparently had some sick infatuation with him. And she hadn’t killed him. Yet.

The logical part of his mind knew that allying with the witch clans made perfect strategic sense. But that part often fell short when coming up against his desire to protect Dorian at all costs. He couldn’t help but be suspicious of their motives. Not just in the current war. But for the future as well.

“Where is he?” Chaol asked as he made his way back out of the tent, expecting a point in the direction of the wyvern paddock.

“He left at dawn, my Lord. Towards the forest.”

“And no one went with him? No one is guarding him?” Chaol didn’t even try to keep the anger from his voice.

The guard had the decency to look ashamed. But he said, “No sir. He ordered us to stay. He said his magic was protection enough.”

But before he could reprimand the useless fool, or begin a search for Dorian, Chaol saw Manon out of the corner of his eye. She was jogging through the camp. Towards the forest. He would have let her go if not for the worry evident on her face.

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Throne of Glass Series - Sarah J. Maas Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Nesryn Faliq/Prince Sartaq, Nesryn/Sartaq Characters: Nesryn Faliq, Sartaq Additional Tags: Sarah J Maas, Throne of Glass, Tower of Dawn, shameless smut tbh, I don’t even know their ship name, Nestaq?, Crown of Midnight, Heir of Fire, Queen Of Shadows, empire of storms, Throne of Glass series, tog - Freeform

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Calling all wannabe YA writers...

Do you dream of writing your first YA novel? Have you got a brilliant story that you need to tell but don’t know how to start? Or is it gathering dust at the back of your cupboard? If so, then we want to hear from you *points finger*

For one month only, Simon & Schuster Children’s Books will be inviting aspiring authors to submit their idea for an original YA fiction novel. No agent necessary, no slush pile involved, no need to call that friend-of-a-friend-who-used-to-work-in-publishing.

Even better, we’re not asking for a 500,000-word manuscript to rival War and Peace. We’re not even asking for a whole chapter. All we want is ONE PAGE*. (Well technically two, but that didn’t sound as catchy in the title).

On 27th July we’ll be inviting you to send a *one page synopsis and a one page sample of your story to an email address that we’ll disclose on the day and a panel of industry experts (also known as the children’s fiction team) will be eagerly awaiting your proposal. If we like what we see, we’ll be in touch to request sample chapters of your work – so get writing!

Here are some guidelines you might find helpful, along with the all-important T&Cs:

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Aaaaand it’s done! I’m dead! My Wings & Ruin montage. I probably could have spent a couple more tweaking it to within an inch of itself but for the sake of my sanity I’m calling it done (it was hella fun, but I think I wracked up about a million hours.)

PRINTS! In  the usual places, for everyone asking. Society 6 and Limited signed copies on Etsy.

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