Nefret
"There are 387.44 million miles of printed circuits in wafer thin layers that fill my complex. If the word hate was engraved on each nanoangstrom of those hundreds of millions of miles it would not equal one one-billionth of the hate I feel for humans at this micro-instant for you."(Kompleksimi dolduran incecik katmanlar hâlinde 387.44 milyon mil basılı devre var. Bu yüz milyonlarca milin her bir nanoangstromuna 'nefret' kelimesi kazınmış olsaydı, şu mikro saniyede sizlere karşı hissettiğim nefretin milyarda birine bile eşit olamazdı.)
Slowly
She was Aelin and yet she was not.
She was Aelin and yet she was infinite; she was all worlds, she was—
She was Aelin.
She was Aelin.
And by letting the keys into her, they had entered the true Wyrdgate.
A step, or a thought, or a wish would allow them to access any world
they desired. Any possibility.
An archway lingered behind them. An archway that would smell of
pine and snow.
Slowly, the Lock formed, light turning to metal—to gold and silver.
Dorian was panting, his jaw stretched tight, as they gave and gave and
gave their power toward it. Never to see it again.
It was agony. Agony like nothing she had known.
She was Aelin. She was Aelin and not the things that she’d set in her
arm, not this place that existed beyond reason. She was Aelin; she was
Aelin; and she had come here to do something, had come here promising
to do something—
She fought her rising scream as her power rippled away, like peeling
skin from her bones. Precisely how Cairn had done it, delighted in it. She
had outlasted him, though. Had escaped Maeve’s clutches. She had
outlasted them both. To do this. To come here.
But she had been wrong.
She couldn’t bear it. Couldn’t stomach it, this loss and pain and
growing madness as a new truth became clear:
They would not leave this place. Would have nothing left anyway.
They would dissolve, mist to float into the fog around them.
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A dream
Prince Rowan Whitethorn Galathynius, consort, husband, and mate of
the Queen of Terrasen, knew he was dreaming.
He knew it, because he could see her.
There was only darkness here. And wind. And a great, yawning
chasm between them.
No bottom existed in that abyss, that crack in the world. But he could
hear whispers snaking through it, down far below.
She stood with her back to him, hair blowing in a sheet of gold.
Longer than he’d seen it the last time.
He tried to shift, to fly over the chasm. His body’s innate magic
ignored him. Locked in his Fae body, the jump too far, he could only
stare toward her, breathe in her scent—jasmine, lemon verbena, and
crackling embers—as it floated to him on the wind. This wind told him
no secrets, had no song to sing.
It was a wind of death, of cold, of nothing.
Aelin.
He had no voice here, but he spoke her name. Threw it across the gulf
between them.
Slowly, she turned to him.
It was her face—or it would be in a few years. When she Settled.
But it wasn’t the slightly older features that knocked the breath from
him.
It was the hand on her rounded belly.
She stared toward him, hair still flowing. Behind her, four small
figures emerged.
Rowan fell to his knees.
The tallest: a girl with golden hair and pine-green eyes, solemn-faced
and as proud as her mother. The boy beside her, nearly her height, smiled
at him, warm and bright, his Ashryver eyes near-glowing beneath his cap
of silver hair. The boy next to him, silver-haired and green-eyed, might
A terrible pain travels up my arm. I scream and pull hard to try and free myself. Nothing happens. I try again. This time I push against the boulder with my knees at the same time. It's no good. The boulder is a lot heavier than I am. I am stuck and there's no way out.
The End
And yet… AM has won, simply... he has taken his revenge... I have no mouth. And I must scream.
The End
Oh, Jesus sweet Jesus, if there ever was a Jesus and if there is a God, please please please let us out of here, or kill us.