Spoilers for all the Throne of Glass books
My name is Celaena Sardothien, and I will not be afraid.
We all have scars, Dorian. Mine just happen to be more visible than most.
My name is Celaena Sardothien, and I will not be afraid.
I name you Elentiya, the Spirit that could not be Broken.
My name is Celaena Sardothien, and I will not be afraid.
You could rattle the stars. You could do anything, if only you dared. And deep down, you know it, too. That’s what scares you most.
My name is Celaena Sardothien, and I will not be afraid.
Still, the image haunted his dreams throughout the night: a lovely girl gazing at the stars, and the stars who gazed back.
My name is Celaena Sardothien, and I will not be afraid.
But death was her curse and her gift, and death had been her good friend these long, long years.
My name is Celaena Sardothien, and I will not be afraid.
But he had no idea what sort of darkness lurked inside her, or what sort of monster she was willing to become in order to make things right.
My name is Celaena Sardothien, and I will not be afraid.
It was hard to care, she realized as she started the trek back to the castle. Incredibly hard to care, when you didn’t have anyone left to care about.
My name is Celaena Sardothien, and I will not be afraid.
To escape death, she’d become death.
My name is Celaena Sardothien, and I will not be afraid.
Celaena Sardothien wasn’t in league with Aelin Ashryver Galathynius.
Celaena Sardothien was Aelin Ashryver Galathynius, heir to the throne and rightful Queen of Terrasen.
My name is Aelin Ashryver Galathynius, and I will not be afraid.
You didn’t need a weapon at all when you were born one.
My name is Aelin Ashryver Galathynius, and I will not be afraid.
She was the heir of ash and fire, and she would bow to no one.
My name is Aelin Ashryver Galathynius, and I will not be afraid.
“I claim you, Rowan Whitethorn.”
“I claim you too, Aelin Galathynius. To whatever end.”
My name is Aelin Ashryver Galathynius, and I will not be afraid.
Because she is dead! Because she is dead, and I am left with my worthless life!
My name is Aelin Ashryver Galathynius, and I will not be afraid.
Once upon a time, in a land long since burned to ash, there lived a young princess who loved her kingdom … very much.
My name is Aelin Ashryver Galathynius, and I will not be afraid.
She was not afraid. She would remake the world - remake it for them, those she had loved with this glorious, burning heart; a world so brilliant and prosperous that when she saw them again in the Afterworld, she would not be ashamed. She would build it for her people, who had survived this long, and whom she would not abandon. She would make them a kingdom such as there never had been, even if it took until her last breath.
My name is Aelin Ashryver Galathynius, and I will not be afraid.
You make me want to live, Rowan. Not survive; not exist. Live.
My name is Aelin Ashryver Galathynius, and I will not be afraid.
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.
My name is Aelin Ashryver Galathynius, and I will not be afraid.
She was a whirling cloud of death, a queen of shadows, and these men were already carrion.
My name is Aelin Ashryver Galathynius, and I will not be afraid.
And at long last, Aelin Ashryver Galathynius was home.
My name is Aelin Ashryver Galathynius, and I will not be afraid.
Even when this world is a forgotten whisper of dust between the stars, I will always love you.
My name is Aelin Ashryver Galathynius, and I will not be afraid.
He was hers and she was his and they had found each other across centuries of bloodshed and loss, across oceans and kingdoms and war.
My name is Aelin Ashryver Galathynius, and I will not be afraid.
I see you. I see every part of you. And I am not afraid.
My name is Aelin Ashryver Galathynius, and I will not be afraid.
The Queen of Flame and Shadow, the Heir of Fire, Aelin of the Wildfire, Fireheart …
My name is Aelin Ashryver Galathynius, and I will not be afraid.
There was no force in any world that could keep her contained.
My name is Aelin Ashryver Galathynius, and I will not be afraid.
And tell Rowan that I’m sorry I lied. But tell him it was all borrowed time anyway. Even before today, I knew it was all just borrowed time, but I still wish we’d had more of it. Tell him he has to fight. He must save Terrasen, and remember the vows he made to me. And tell him … tell him thank you—for walking that dark path with me back to the light.
My name is Aelin Ashryver Galathynius, and I will not be afraid.
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.
My name is Aelin Ashryver Galathynius, and I will not be afraid.
One blink for yes. Two for no. Three for Are you all right? Four for I am here, I am with you. Five for This is real, you are awake.
My name is Aelin Ashryver Galathynius, and I will not be afraid.
He had been hunting for her since the moment she was taken from him. His mate. He barely remembered his own name. And only recalled it because his three companions spoke it while they searched for her across violent and dark seas, through ancient and slumbering forests, over storm-swept mountains already buried in snow.
My name is Aelin Ashryver Galathynius, and I will not be afraid.
Take it off. Take it off. Take it off.
My name is Aelin Ashryver Galathynius, and I will not be afraid.
You do not yield.
My name is Aelin Ashryver Galathynius, and I will not be afraid.
An unspoken question arose in those green eyes. Aelin? She ignored the silent inquiry, unable to bear opening that silent channel between them again, and surveyed the powerful lines of his body, the sheer size of him. A gentle wind kissed with ice and lightning brushed against her wall offlame, an echo of his silent inquiry. Her magic flared in answer, a ripple of power dancing through her. As if it had found a mirror of itself in the world, as if it had found the countermelody to its own song. Not once in those illusions or dreams had it done that. Had her own flame leaped in joy at his nearness, his power. He was here. It was him, and he’d come for her.
My name is Aelin Ashryver Galathynius, and I will not be afraid.
“Why do you cry, Fireheart?”
“Because I am lost, and I do not know the way.”
My name is Aelin Ashryver Galathynius, and I will not be afraid.
The male I fell in love with was you. It was you, who knew pain as I did, and who walked me through it, back to the light. Maeve didn’t understand that. That even if she could create this perfect world, it wouldn’t be you with me. And I’d never trade that, trade this. Not for anything.
My name is Aelin Ashryver Galathynius, and I will not be afraid.
He had killed his way across the world; he had gone to war and back more times than he cared to remember. And despite it all, despite the rage and despair and ice he’d wrapped around his heart, he’d still found Aelin. Every horizon he’d gazed toward, unable and unwilling to rest during those centuries, every mountain and ocean he’d seen and wondered what lay beyond … It had been her. It had been Aelin, the silent call of the mating bond driving him, even when he could not feel it. They’d walked this dark path together back to the light. He would not let the road end here.
My name is Aelin Ashryver Galathynius, and I will not be afraid.
Let’s make this a fight worthy of a song.
My name is Aelin Ashryver Galathynius, and I will not be afraid.
Remember that we have something to fight for, and it will always triumph.
My name is Aelin Ashryver Galathynius, and I will not be afraid.
Death had been her curse and her gift and her friend for these long, long years. She was happy to greet it again under the golden morning sun.
My name is Aelin Ashryver Galathynius, and I will not be afraid.
“There are no gods left to watch, I’m afraid. And there are no gods left to help you now, Aelin Galathynius.” “I am a god.”
My name is Aelin Ashryver Galathynius, and I will not be afraid.
Hers was not a story of darkness. This would not be the story. She would fold it into herself, this place, this fear, but it would not be the whole story. It would not be her story.
My name is Aelin Ashryver Galathynius, and I-
“Rise, Aelin Ashryver Whitethorn Galathynius, Queen of Terrasen.”
and I am a Queen.
And far away, across the snow-covered mountains, on a barren plain before the ruins of a once-great city, a flower began to bloom.
