#nehemia ytger

[eospaint]

Best friends and nothing bad happens to them 🤍

[rainingriversofyou]

Evangeline, Rolfe, Nehemia, Sam, Ansel, Kaltain, Sorscha & Nox

Throne of Glass / Artist: @madschofield

[bibisbooktalk]

Celaena was such a mood the whole book. I love her 😂

[goddessofwisdom18]

Just three court ladies forcing themselves to sit together, totally not with completely separate secret plans that the other ones don’t know about!! Definitely not!

[acourtofquestions]

The Assassin and The Princess

a Crown of Midnight exclusive scene

from the Throne of Glass series by Sarah J. Maas

This story belongs to its writer Sarah J. Maas & the many affiliates it may concern. I claim NO ownership of this story, and give full credit to said parties.

[shallyne]

TOG characters as Speak Now lyrics

Aelin - Don't you think I was too young to be messed with?

Rowan - There is nothing I do better than revenge

Sam - Something's gone terribly wrong, won't finish what you started

Lysandra - I'm on my guard for the rest of the world

Elide - who you are is not where you've been, You're still an innocent

Manon - Long live all the mountains we moved I had the time of my life fighting dragons with you

Nehemia - Oh darling, don't you ever grow up

Lorcan - You, with your words like knives And swords and weapons that you use against me

Fenrys - Since a twist of fate, when it all broke down And the story of us looks a lot like a tragedy now

Dorian - You say we'll never make my parents' mistakes

Chaol - So this is me swallowing my pride standing in front of you Saying I'm sorry for that night

Kaltain - But I never thought I'd live to see it break, It's getting dark and it's all too quiet And I can't trust anything now

Aedion - And I feel you forget me like I used to feel you breathe

Gavriel - And it was enchanting to meet you

Yrene - Left a small town, never looked back I was a flight risk, with a fear of fallin'

Nesryn - They keep watchful eyes on us So it's best that we move fast and keep quiet

[moonlightazriel]

Mel from Arcane is exactly what Nehemia looks like in my head and no one can convince me otherwise

[bookbitchx]

⚠️TOG spoilers

Something I'll never understand is that SJM saw how the death of Sam, Nehemiah, the thirteen, etc.. elevated the books.

Obviously, they were sad to read, but the thirteen's death? That was epic. Like goosebumps while I was reading epic.

And then she completely ignored that in ACOTAR.

I'm not saying she should've been killing characters left and right, but Feyre and Rhysand have both been resurrected twice each, Amren once, Jurian once (although that was kind of cool how he came back) and even Nyx who's what? A couple of months old? Has already been brought back once.

Death, for some reason, has no meaning in ACOTAR when it could've been so damn impactful in some plots.

[aprill-99]

When you’re consuming a media, do you ever meet a character and just go “Oh….no. Oh dear…. I do fear you are mainly destined to eventually be haunting the narrative.” ?

Because I-

[froggybogwitch]

Women, amirite?

[rainingriversofyou]

Throne Of Glass characters - Artist: inkfaeart

[leiawritesstories]

The Rustler, 2

Written for @throneofglassmicrofics July prompt "Outlaw" & this part also uses "Finagle"

The Rustler masterlist

word count: 855

warnings: *giggles* none ;)

enjoy!!!

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Hat tugged low to protect against the blazing Western sun, Rowan Whitethorn urged the quarter horse beneath him into a gallop. "C'mon, boy," he coaxed. "Wanna fly?" The horse whickered as if in agreement and sprang forwards, hooves clattering across the grassy, dusty ground.

Even at a gallop, it took over an hour of hard riding until the crossbeam over the entrance to his nearest neighbor's ranch came into view. Rowan tugged on the reins, pulling the horse back into a more sedate trot, and called out a greeting as he rode up the packed dirt path that led into the neighboring ranch.

"Anyone here?" His call echoed around the wide blue sky.

A moment later, another set of hooves clattered into his hearing, and a beautiful Paint mare trotted up with a woman on its back. "Howdy, neighbor!" Aelin Galathynius called, guiding her horse to a stop a few feet away from Rowan. "Long time no see, yeah?"

"Been a few months, I s'pose," Rowan admitted. He tugged his canteen out of his saddlebag and took a long, deep drink of water. "I reckon I came by to ask if'n ya had any trouble last night."

A stormy frown crossed Aelin's face. "How 'bout ya c'mon with me, Whitethorn, and I'll show ya?" She nudged her mare with her boot heels and led Rowan towards the west pasture of her ranch. Aelin was a cattle rancher, and her stock was well known throughout the region for being high quality.

As they came into the west pasture, Aelin slowed to a stop, dismounted, and tied her mare's reins to the fence post. On foot, she took Rowan to the fence line, and he whistled lowly at the sight. "Well...damn."

"You could say that," Aelin agreed. A good ten yards of her fence lay in ruins on the ground, and from the heavily trampled grass, it was clear that a good-sized portion of her cattle had been stolen. "Woke up this mornin' and came out to the pastures to find that some goddamned cattle rustlers must've gotten here first."

"Fuck, I'm sorry, Aelin," Rowan murmured. "Looks like I wasn't the only one targeted last night, then."

Aelin turned to him with a puzzled expression. "Whitethorn, ya don't own cattle."

"Nah, but I've got horses." He scowled. "Seems like your cattle rustler might've been in cahoots with the horse thieves who stole my Asterions."

"No," Aelin gasped. She rested one gloved hand on his forearm. "God, I'm so sorry, Rowan. Have ya told the sheriff?"

He scoffed. "What good would that do? Sheriff ain't been out to these parts in months."

"Guess so." Aelin removed her hand, but Rowan caught it, his hand warm and solid and strong around hers.

"Tell ya what, Ae," he began. "How 'bout a li'l partnership?"

She raised her brows skeptically. "You proposin' to me again, Rowan Whitethorn?"

An adorably vivid blush stained his tanned cheeks red. "Now why'd you go and bring that up again, Galathynius?" He flashed her a teasing grin. "Nah, you told me exactly what ya thought the first time I did that. So, here's my deal: I'll help you fix up your fence and look for the cattle rustlers if'n you'll help me catch the horse thieves."

"You askin' me to turn vigilante, Whitethorn?" Aelin joked. "Hell, after what happened last night, I'd be best off doin' just that." She stuck out her hand. "Throw that ranch hand of yours in to help with the fence and we've got us a deal."

"Alright." Rowan shook her hand firmly. "I'd best be gettin' back to my place now."

"Send word when ya want to talk 'bout capturin' some rustlers," Aelin said, waving as Rowan mounted his horse and rode away. He tipped his hat to her as he galloped down the road that led off of her property.

When he was no longer visible, she swung herself up onto her horse and nudged the mare's flanks with her spurs. "Let's get goin', my girl!" She headed off towards the eastern corner of her property, slowing to a walk when she reached the stand of scrubby trees that clustered around that corner of her ranch. Dismounting, she tied her mare's reins to a tree, set her up with a bucket of water, and headed off into the patch of shade that the hardy sycamores offered.

Tucked into a closely spaced cluster of trees was a stable big enough for a dozen horses, its wooden planks painted to blend in with the shadows of the trees overhead. Aelin rapped three times on the door and pushed it open, blinking in the hazy gloom of the windowless building. A horse whickered softly at her approach, and she strolled up to its stall and stroked its nose.

"Shh now, Kasida girl," she murmured, calming the beautiful silver Asterion mare who was still a little antsy after having been taken from her familiar, comfortable stall on Rowan Whitethorn's ranch.

"You'll be out in the wind tonight, my girl, I promise," Aelin whispered. "If we're lucky, you might even find yourself a new home."

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[goddessofwisdom18]

After the ball <3

I still love Chaolaena :)

[acourtofquestions]

[evalescoart]

Throne of Glass Ladies

Aelin, Lysandra, Elide, Yrene, Manon, Nesryn, and Nehemia

[ennawrite]

Nehemia & Dorian should have had more of a romance.