Elide Lochan személy
Idézetek
– A véred is olyan édes, mint az arcod, kislány? […]
Gondolkodj, gondolkodj, szedd össze magad!
[…]
Neked is megvan mindened, ami kell – suttogta a kis hangocska a fülében. – Használd, amid van!
Nem csak vas- és acélfegyverek léteznek.
Remegett a térde, de felszegte az állát, és belenézett ellenfele fekete, emberi szemébe.
– Csak óvatosan!
121. oldal
– Azt akarod, hogy mindenki a cicidet bámulja? Vagy tapogassa?
[…]
– Inkább bámuljanak, mintsem kérdezősködjenek!
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202. oldal
716-717. oldal
Lorcan had been willing to die for Elide. Had been willing to put aside his quest for Maeve in order for Elide to live. And had then acted territorial enough to make Rowan wonder if he seemed so ridiculous around Aelin all the time.
…
You make me want to live, Rowan.
He wondered if Elide Lochan had somehow made Lorcan want to do the same.
Elide twisted to shove her canteen into her bag.
But a warrior was crouched across the stream, a long, wicked knife balanced on his knee.
His black eyes devoured her, his face harsh beneath equally dark, shoulder-length hair as he said in a voice like granite, “Unless you want to be lunch, girl, I suggest you come with me.”
“And what about your mission?”
Any softness vanished from Lorcan’s granite-hewn features. “Why don’t you tell me why you’re in this shithole place, and then we’ll discuss my plans.”
“Aelin can decide what to tell you.”
“Such a good dog.”
Rowan gave him a lazy smile but refrained from commenting on the delicate, dark-haired young woman who now held Lorcan’s own leash.