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a network for fans of the Throne of Glass series by Sarah J Maas.

[fireheartfray]

throne of glass moodboards [3/?] ⟶ elide lochan

❝Because I am from Terrasen and believed my queen dead. And now she is alive, and fighting, so I will fight with her. So that no other girls will be taken from their homes and brought to Morath and forgotten.❞

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[fireheartfray]

throne of glass moodboards [2/?] ⟶ aedion ashryver

❝Handsome was a light way of describing what Aedion was. Overwhelming was more like it.

Towering and heavily muscled, Aedion was every inch the warrior rumor claimed him to be.❞

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throne of glass characters [1/?] ⟶ aelin ashryver galathynius

“She was Aelin Ashryver Galathynius—­and she would not be afraid.” 

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[oikawas]

“You cannot pick and choose what parts of her to love.” He pitied Chaol, he realized. His heart hurt for his friend, for all that Chaol had surely been realizing these past few months. “Just as you cannot pick which parts of me you accept.” (for @cortland)

[sturmhond]

@erileanet​ event two: favorite ship → rowaelin

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.

[sturmhond]

So she told herself the story. The darkness and the flame deep within her whispered it, too, and she sang it back to them. Locked in that coffin hidden on an island within the heart of a river, the princess recited the story, over and over, and let them unleash an eternity of pain upon her body.

Once upon a time, in a land long since burned to ash, there lived a young princess who loved her kingdom… (x)

[nikolailatnsov]

@erileanet​ event 2: favourite ship

aedion ashryver and lysandra of caraverre

“The useless sentries in the watchtower are now all half in love with you,” he lied. “One said he wanted to marry you.”  A low snarl. He yielded a foot but held eye contact with her as he grinned. “But you know what I told them? I said that they didn’t stand a chance in hell. Because I am going to marry you,” he promised her. “One day. I am going to marry you. I’ll be generous and let you pick when, even if it’s ten years from now. Or twenty. But one day, you are going to be my wife.”  He shrugged. “Princess Lysandra Ashryver sounds nice, doesn’t it?” 

[aly-naith]

100 aesthetic summer challenge

everything ToG:  #54 book 1 - Throne of Glass

[tessacarstairs]

make me choose ♡ dorian havillard or chaol westfall

“I’m not leaving you. Not again.” Dorian’s mouth tightened. “You never left me, Chaol.” He shook his head once, sending tears slipping down his face. “You never left me.”

(for @jemcarstoirs )

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[arthurian]

@erileanet​ event 1 : favorite character + elide lochan

“Blue,” she whispered. “My blood runs blue.”

“Good choice, witchling,” Manon said, and the word was a challenge and an order. She turned away, but glanced over her shoulder. “Welcome to the Blackbeaks.”

Witchling. Elide stared after her. She had likely just made the biggest mistake of her life, but … it was strange. Strange, that feeling of belonging.

[aestheticssource]

Aelin Galathynius + Aliases

[hilokaul]

He would see that world reborn, even if it took his last breath. Even if he had no name now, no position or title save Oath-Breaker, Traitor, Liar.

[poisonivys]

She would fill the world with it, with her light - her gift. She would light up the darkness, so brightly that all who were lost or wounded or broken would find their way to it, a beacon for those who still dwelled in that abyss. It would not take a monster to destroy a monster - but light, light to drive out the darkness.

[dailynovels]

Hers was not a story of darkness. It was of sacrifice.

[allaboutedits]

women in throne of glass by sarah j. maas.

[highfaedaily]

SARAH J MASS NOVELS → Throne of Glass & A Court of Thorns and Roses 

[ladyhavilliard]

@faenet event: favorite scenes → aelin fights the valg prince in dorian

She kept her eyes on the prince, even as agony rippled down her body again. “You sacrificed yourself. You let them put that collar on you- so he could get out.” “I’m going to let him put a collar on you, and then we can play.”