Sarah J. Maas, Heir of Fire
"نظرت سيلينا في المرآة—وتسمّرت مكانها. لم يكن الشعر الأقصر قليلاً سوى أقل التغييرات. فقد غمرتها الآن حمرةٌ، وعيناها براقتان صافيتان، ورغم أنها استعادت الوزن الذي فقدته خلال ذلك الشتاء، إلا أن وجهها بدا أنحف. امرأة—امرأة كانت تبتسم لها من المرآة، جميلة بكل ندبة وعيب وعلامة بقاء، جميلة لأن تلك الابتسامة كانت حقيقية، وشعرت بها توقظ الفرح الكامن طويلاً في قلبها."
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"Celaena peered in the mirror—and stopped dead. The somewhat shorter hair was the least of the changes. She was now flushed with color, her eyes bright and clear, and though she'd regained the weight she'd lost during that winter, her face was leaner. A woman—a woman was smiling back at her, beautiful for every scar and imperfection and mark of survival, beautiful for the fact that the smile was real, and she felt it kindle the long-slumbering joy in her heart."
"نظرت سيلينا في المرآة—وتسمّرت مكانها. لم يكن الشعر الأقصر قليلاً سوى أقل التغييرات. فقد غمرتها الآن حمرةٌ، وعيناها براقتان صافيتان، ورغم أنها استعادت الوزن الذي فقدته خلال ذلك الشتاء، إلا أن وجهها بدا أنحف. امرأة—امرأة كانت تبتسم لها من المرآة، جميلة بكل ندبة وعيب وعلامة بقاء، جميلة لأن تلك الابتسامة كانت حقيقية، وشعرت بها توقظ الفرح الكامن طويلاً في قلبها."
Sarah J. Maas, Heir of Fire
"Holy gods. He'd frozen the whole damn lake. He was THAT powerful?"
"يا للعجب! لقد جمّد البحيرة برمتها! أكانت قوته تبلغ هذا المدى؟"
Sarah J. Maas, Heir of Fire
"And if I asked for the moon on a string" - Sorsha"
"وإن طلبتُ القمرَ بخيطٍ؟" - سورشا"
Sarah J. Maas, Heir of Fire
"Wrong kind of witch." - Manon Blackbeak"
"ساحرة من النوع الخطأ. - مانون بلاكبيك"
Sarah J. Maas, Heir of Fire
"Her cheek against the moss, the young princess she had been - Aelin Galathynius - reached a hand for her. 'Get up', she said softly."
"خدها على الطحلب، مدت الأميرة الشابة التي كانتها - إيلين غالاثينيوس - يدها إليها. "انهضي"، قالت بنعومة."
Sarah J. Maas, Heir of Fire
"She wouldn't ask. Didn't want to know what manner of thing might crawl toward a fire."
"لم تكن لتسأل. لم تشأ أن تعلم أي صنف من المخلوقات قد يزحف نحو النار."
Sarah J. Maas, Heir of Fire
"Why bother? Maybe the world’s not worth saving.” She knew he meant it, too. Those lifeless eyes spoke volumes."
"لماذا العناء؟ ربما العالم لا يستحق أن يُنقَذ. كانت تعلم أنه يعني ما يقول حقًا. فتلك العيون الخالية من الحياة كانت تتحدث بلا كلمات."
Sarah J. Maas, Heir of Fire
"But the king was frowning. "I expected you a month ago."Aedion actually had the nerve to shrug. "Apologies. The Staghorns were slammed with a final winter storm. I left when I could."Every person in the hall held their breath."
"ولكن الملك كان عابسًا. "توقعت وصولك قبل شهر."
تجرأ إيديان على هز كتفيه. "اعتذاري. اجتاحت عواصف الشتاء الأخيرة جبال قرون الأيل. غادرت حالما استطعت."
حبس كل شخص في القاعة أنفاسه."
Sarah J. Maas, Heir of Fire
"She should not remember what it was like to be free."
"يجب ألا يظل في ذاكرتها ما كانت عليه الحرية."
Sarah J. Maas, Heir of Fire
"They had survived, when so many had not. And no one else could understand what it was like to bear it, unless they had lost as much."
"لقد نجوا، بينما لم ينجُ الكثيرون. ولم يكن بوسع أحد آخر أن يفهم ثقل هذا الحمل، إلا من فقد مثلهم تمامًا."
Sarah J. Maas, Heir of Fire
"So she steeled herself. “I have never told anyone this story. No one in the world knows it. But it's mine,” she said, blinking past the burning in her eyes, “and it's time for me to tell it.”Rowan leaned back on the rock, bracing his palms behind him.“Once upon a time,” she said to him, to the world, to herself, “in a land long since burned to ash, there lived a young princess who loved her kingdom . . . very much.”And then she told him of the princess whose heart had burned with wildfire, of the mighty kingdom in the north, of its downfall and of the sacrifice of Lady Marion."
"فشدّت من أزرها. "لم أروِ هذه القصة لأحد قط. لا أحد في العالم يعرفها. لكنها قصتي،" قالت وهي ترمش لتتجاوز حرقة عينيها، "وقد حان الوقت لأرويها."
اتكأ روان إلى الخلف على الصخرة، ساندًا راحتيه خلفه.
"كان يا ما كان،" قالت له، وللعالم، ولنفسها، "في أرض احترقت منذ زمن طويل حتى غدت رمادًا، عاشت أميرة شابة أحبت مملكتها... حبًا جمًا."
ثم روت له عن الأميرة التي اشتعل قلبها بنار الهشيم، وعن المملكة العظيمة في الشمال، وعن سقوطها، وعن تضحية الليدي ماريون."
Sarah J. Maas, Heir of Fire
"She had awoken this morning and slipped the amethyst ring off her finger. It had felt liked a blessed release, a final shadow lifted from her heart."
Sarah J. Maas, Heir of Fire
"She leaned against the stone wall of the narrow landing, a hand on her thundering heart. It was the smart thing to do, the right thing to do. She had survived this long, and would only survive the road ahead if she continued to be unnoticed, reliable, quiet. But she did't want to be unnoticed—not with him, not forever. He made her want to laugh and sing and shake the world with her voice."
Sarah J. Maas, Heir of Fire
"He'd known, since the moment he figured out who she was, that while Celaena would always pick him, Aelin would not."
Sarah J. Maas, Heir of Fire
"There was such glittering darkness in her, an endless rift straight through her core"
Sarah J. Maas, Heir of Fire
"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. She was not afraid."
Sarah J. Maas, Heir of Fire
"It was the least she could do. For Nehemia—for. . . a lot of other people. There was nothing left in her, not really. Only ash and an abyss and the unbreakable vow she'd carved into her flesh, to the friend who had seen her for what she truly was."
Sarah J. Maas, Heir of Fire
"The magic was boiling her blood. The darkness—it would be a relief compared to the hell smoldering in her veins. The Valg prince advanced, and part of her was screaming—screaming at herself to get up, to keep fighting, to rage and roar against this horrible end. But moving her limbs, even breathing, had become a monumental effort. She was so tired."
Sarah J. Maas, Heir of Fire
"What Maeve didn't understand, what she could never understand, was just how much that little princess in Terrasen had damned them a decade ago, even worse than Maeve herself had. She had damned them all, and then left the world to burn into ash and dust. So Celaena turned away from the stars, nestling under the thread-bare blanket against the frigid cold, and closed her eyes, trying to dream of a different world. A world where she was no one at all."
Sarah J. Maas, Heir of Fire
"There was a faint ringing in her ears that turned into a roar. And beneath it, a sudden wave of numbness, a too-familiar lack of sight or sound or feeling. She didn't know why it happened, because she had been so dead set on hating him, but . . . it would have been nice, she supposed. It would have been nice to have one person who knew the absolute truth about her—and didn't hate her for it. It would have been really, really nice. She walked away without another word. With each step she took back to her room, that flickering light inside of her guttered. And went out."
Sarah J. Maas, Heir of Fire
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