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Cselekményleírást tartalmazó szöveg

Lorcan brushed his mouth over her damp cheek, ignoring the roaring pain in his body. The horse galloped and galloped, as if she might outrace death itself.
„I love you”, he whispered in Elide's ear. „I have loved you from the moment you picked up that axe to slay the ilken.” Her tears flowed past him in the wind. „And I will be with you…” His voice broke, but he made himself say the words, the truth in his heart. „I will be with you always.”

524-525. oldal

Kapcsolódó szócikkek: Elide Lochan · Lorcan Salvaterre
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– Azt akarod, hogy mindenki a cicidet bámulja? Vagy tapogassa?
[…]
– Inkább bámuljanak, mintsem kérdezősködjenek!
Ezzel elindult a folyó mellett felfelé.

202. oldal

Kapcsolódó szócikkek: Elide Lochan · Lorcan Salvaterre
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– Csináljatok már valamit! – suttogta Elide Lorcan és Manon felé. – Csináljatok már valamit!
Egyikőjük sem válaszolt. A lángok Aelin ujjai körül megnőttek, hogy körülfogják a kezét, majd a karját, miközben az ősi királynőhöz szólt.
– Üres fecsegés az egész, csak locsogsz itt összevissza.
[…]
– Menj biztos távolságra! – szólt oda Aelin élesen Manonnak.
A boszorkány hátrált, de szemeit Elide-on tartotta. Minden részletet próbált megfigyelni.
– Felesleges reménykednek a győzelemben – szólt Maeve, mintha épp kártyapartira készülnének.
– Legalább mulatunk egy jót! – gúnyolódott Aelin válaszul, már teljesen lángokba burkolózva.
– Ó, én nem akarlak megölni! – dorombolta Maeve.
Kezdődött a párbaj.
[…]
– Állj meg te ostoba! – ripakodott rá, mire Elide karmolva nekiesett.
– Lorcan, tartsd a lányt! […] – Ne jusson eszedbe megszöktetni! Nagy butaság lenne!
[…]
– Segíts neki! – könyörgött Elide Lorcannek. […]
– Fuss! – súgta Lorcan Elide fülébe. – Ha élni akarsz, fuss, Elide! Lökj el magadtól, és ne törődj vele, mit mond! Lökj meg, és fuss!

716-717. oldal

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Cselekményleírást tartalmazó szöveg

Elide hissed, “I was wrong. I said you and I were the same—that we had no family, no friends. But I have none because land and circumstance separate me from them. You have none because no one can stomach being around you.” She tried—and succeeded, if the ire that rippled in his eyes was any indication—to look down her nose at him, even with him towering over her. “And you know what is the biggest lie you tell everyone, Lorcan? It’s that you prefer it that way. But what I hear, when you rant about my bitch-queen? All I hear are the words of someone who is deeply, deeply jealous, and lonely, and pathetic. All I hear are the words of someone who saw Aelin and Prince Rowan fall in love and resented them for their happiness—because you are so unhappy.” She couldn’t stop the words once they started flinging out. “So call Aelin a murderer and a thief and a liar. Call her a bitch-queen and a fire-breather. But forgive me if I take it upon myself to be the judge of those things when I meet her. Which I will do.”

Kapcsolódó szócikkek: Elide Lochan · Lorcan Salvaterre
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Cselekményleírást tartalmazó szöveg

Lorcan reached out, grasping her chin and forcing her to look at him. Hopeless, bleak eyes met his. He brushed away a stray tear with his thumb. “I made a promise to protect you. I will not break it, Elide.”
She made to pull away, but he gripped her a little harder, keeping her eyes on him.
“I will always find you,” he swore to her.
Her throat bobbed.
Lorcan whispered, “I promise.”

Kapcsolódó szócikkek: Elide Lochan · Lorcan Salvaterre
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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.

Kapcsolódó szócikkek: Elide Lochan · Lorcan Salvaterre · Rowan Whitethorn
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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.”

Kapcsolódó szócikkek: Elide Lochan · Lorcan Salvaterre
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Cselekményleírást tartalmazó szöveg

Manon smirked at Lorcan. “Your claim on her, male, is at the very bottom of the list.” Iron teeth slid out, turning that beautiful face petrifying. Lorcan didn’t let go. Manon crooned in that way that usually meant death, “Don’t. Touch. Her.”
“You don’t give me orders, witch,” Lorcan said. “And you have no say in what is between us.”
Elide frowned at him. “You’re making it worse.”
“We like to call it ‘territorial male nonsense,’” Aelin confided. “Or ‘territorial Fae bastard’ works just as nicely.”
The Fae Prince coughed pointedly behind her.
The queen looked over a shoulder, brows raised. “Am I forgetting another term of endearment?”
The warrior-prince’s eyes glowed, even as his face remained set with predatory intent. “I think you covered it.”
Aelin winked at Lorcan. “You hurt her, and I’ll melt your bones,” she merely said, and walked away.
Manon’s iron-clad smile grew, and she gave Lorcan a mocking incline of the head as she followed in the queen’s wake.
Aedion looked Lorcan over and snorted. “Aelin does whatever she wants, but I think she’d let me see how many of your bones I can break before she melts them.” Then he, too, was walking toward the two females.

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“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.

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Nem létezett olyasmi, hogy jobb világ, és olyasmi sem, hogy happy end.

Kapcsolódó szócikkek: Lorcan Salvaterre