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A Court of Mist and Fury
“—Entonces, ¿soy tu cazadora y tu ladrona?
Sus manos se deslizaron hasta cogerme las rodillas mientras decía con una sonrisa pícara:
—Tú eres mi salvación, Feyre.
–Capítulo 19, pág. 205”
Acomaf
Feyre
Rhysand
Rhys
Una Corte De Niebla Y Furia
A Court of Mist and Fury
“Los dos machos eran altos, las alas plegadas sobre cuerpos poderosos, musculosos, cubierto de cuero oscuro, armaduras que me recordaron las escamas de algunas bestias con formas de serpientes. Los dos llevaban espadas largas idénticas, con hojas simples y muy bellas tal vez no debería haberme por la ropa elegante después de todo.
El que era tan solo un poco más grande, la cara en sombras, soltó una risita y dijo:
—Vamos, Feyre, no mordemos. A menos que nos pidas que lo hagamos, claro.
–Capítulo 16, pág. 16”
Acomaf
Feyre
Cassian
Una Corte De Niebla Y Furia
A Court of Mist and Fury
“El bien. No, yo no era el bien. Yo no era nada, y mi alma, mi alma eterna, estaba maldita...
Traté de conseguir que los pulmones que me traicionaban tomaran aire para decir la palabra. No..., no.
Pero no tuve que decirla.
Él trueno sonó detrás de mí como si alguien hubiera arrojado dos enormes piedras, una contra la otra.
Todos gritaron y cayeron hacia atrás, algunos desaparecieron corriendo por los costados del patio. Se abrió la oscuridad.
Yo me volví, y a través de la noche que se movía como humo en el viento, descubrí a Rhysand, que en ese momento se enderezaba las solapas de la chaqueta negra.
—Hola, Feyre, querida —ronroneó.
–Capítulo 4, pág. 49”
Acomaf
Feyre
Rhysand
Rhys
Una Corte De Niebla Y Furia
A Court of Thorns and Roses
“[...] —Me tocó la nariz—. Y, Feyre —agregó con un murmullo dulce—, no me gusta que toqueteen lo que me pertenece.
–Capítulo 39, pág. 383”
Feyre
Rhysand
Rhys
A Court Of Thorns And Roses
Acotar
Una Corte De Rosas Y Espinas
“Hello Feyre Darling”
Court Of Mist And Fury
A Court of Wings and Ruin
“I looked ahead, toward that laugh, that light—and that vision of the future Feyre had shown me, more beautiful than anything I could have ever wished for—anything I had wished for, on those long-ago, solitary nights with only the stars for company. A dream still unanswered—but not forever.”
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A Court of Mist and Fury
“I moaned then, tilting my head back to give him better access. His hands clamped on my waist, then moved—one going to cup my rear, the other sliding between us.
This—this moment, when it was him and me and nothing between our bodies …
His tongue scraped the roof of my mouth as he dragged a finger down the center of me, and I gasped, my back arching. “Feyre,” he said against my lips, my name like a prayer more devout than any Ianthe had offered up to the Cauldron on that dark solstice morning.
His tongue swept my mouth again, in time to the finger that he slipped inside of me. My hips undulated, demanding more, craving the fullness of him, and his growl reverberated in my chest as he added another finger.
I moved on him. Lightning lashed through my veins, and my focus narrowed to his fingers, his mouth, his body on mine. His palm pushed against the bundle of nerves at the apex of my thighs, and I groaned his name as I shattered”
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A Court of Thorns and Roses
“Feyre", he whispered onto my head. He made my name sound beautiful. "Feyre", he whispered again-not in question, but simply as if he enjoyed saying it.”
Tamlin
Acotar
A Court of Thorns and Roses
“If she captured Tamlin’s power once, who’s to say she can’t do it again?” It was the question I hadn’t yet dared voice.
“He won’t be tricked again so easily,” he said, staring up at the ceiling. “Her biggest weapon is that she keeps our powers contained. But she can’t access them, not wholly—though she can control us through them. It’s why I’ve never been able to shatter her mind—why she’s not dead already. The moment you break Amarantha’s curse, Tamlin’s wrath will be so great that no force in the world will keep him from splattering her on the walls.”
A chill went through me.
“Why do you think I’m doing this?” He waved a hand to me.
“Because you’re a monster.”
He laughed. “True, but I’m also a pragmatist. Working Tamlin into a senseless fury is the best weapon we have against her. Seeing you enter into a fool’s bargain with Amarantha was one thing, but when Tamlin saw my tattoo on your arm … Oh, you should have been born with my abilities, if only to have felt the rage that seeped from him.”
I didn’t want to think much about his abilities. “Who’s to say he won’t splatter you as well?”
“Perhaps he’ll try—but I have a feeling he’ll kill Amarantha first. That’s what it all boils down to, anyway: even your servitude to me can be blamed on her. So he’ll kill her tomorrow, and I’ll be free before he can start a fight with me that will reduce our once-sacred mountain to rubble.” He picked at his nails. “And I have a few other cards to play.”
I lifted my brows in silent question.
“Feyre, for Cauldron’s sake. I drug you, but you don’t wonder why I never touch you beyond your waist or arms?”
Until tonight—until that damned kiss. I gritted my teeth, but even as my anger rose, a picture cleared.
“It’s the only claim I have to innocence,” he said, “the only thing that will make Tamlin think twice before entering into a battle with me that would cause a catastrophic loss of innocent life. It’s the only way I can convince him I was on your side. Believe me, I would have liked nothing more than to enjoy you—but there are bigger things at stake than taking a human woman to my bed.”
I knew, but I still asked, “Like what?”
“Like my territory,” he said, and his eyes held a far-off look that I hadn’t yet seen. “Like my remaining people, enslaved to a tyrant queen who can end their lives with a single word. Surely Tamlin expressed similar sentiments to you.” He hadn’t—not entirely. He hadn’t been able to, thanks to the curse.
“Why did Amarantha target you?” I dared ask. “Why make you her whore?”
“Beyond the obvious?” He gestured to his perfect face. When I didn’t smile, he loosed a breath. “My father killed Tamlin’s father—and his brothers.”
I started. Tamlin had never said—never told me the Night Court was responsible for that.
“It’s a long story, and I don’t feel like getting into it, but let’s just say that when she stole our lands out from under us, Amarantha decided that she especially wanted to punish the son of her friend’s murderer—decided that she hated me enough for my father’s deeds that I was to suffer.”
I might have reached a hand toward him, might have offered my apologies—but every thought had dried up in my head. What Amarantha had done to him …
“So,” he said wearily, “here we are, with the fate of our immortal world in the hands of an illiterate human.”
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A Court of Mist and Fury
“Not consort, not wife. Feyre is High Lady of the Night Court. My equal in every way; she would wear my crown, sit on a throne beside mine. Never sidelined, never designated to breeding and parties and child rearing. My queen.”
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“So I said, "He is lucky to have all of you."
"No," she said softly—more gently than I'd ever heard. "
We
are lucky to have him, Feyre." I turned from the door. "I have known many High Lord," Amren continued, studying her paper. "Cruel ones, cunning ones, weak ones, powerful ones. But never one that dreamed. Not as he does."
"Dreams of what?" I breathed.
"Of peace. Of freedom. Of a world united, a world thriving, Of something better—for all of us.”
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Crown of Crystal Flame
“Rain flung his head skyward and loosed a mighty roar of primal triumph.
Death to those who endangered the Fey!
Death to those who injured his friends, his brothers!
He was Rainier-Eras, Feyreisen, and he was winged vengeance.”
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Dark Magic
Fantasy Romance
Tairen
A Court of Silver Flames
“Cassian grinned and said to Azriel, 'We're going to be uncles.'
Feyre groaned. 'Mother help this child.'
Azriel's own grin bloomed at that, but Feyre's gaze slid to Nesta.
Nesta said quietly to her sister, 'Congratulations.'
For she'd said nothing, had only been able to stand and watch them all, their joy and closeness, as if she were looking in through a window.
But Feyre offered her a tentative smile. 'Thank you. You'll be an aunt, you know.'
'Gods help this child indeed,' Cassian muttered, and Nesta glared at him.”
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Cassian
Pregnant
Azriel
Nesta Archeron
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Feyre Archeron
A Court Of Silver Flames
A Court of Silver Flames
“I am not a child to be fought over.'
Nesta's pulse pounded throughout her body, 'Do you not remember the war? What we encountered? Do you not remember the Cauldron kidnapping you, bringing you into the heart of Hybern's camp?'
'I do,' Elain said coldly. 'And I remember Feyre rescuing me.'
Roaring erupted in Nesta's head.
For a heartbeat, it appeared that Elain might say something to soften the words. But Nesta cut her off, seething at the pity about to be thrown her way. 'Look who decided to grow claws after all,' she crooned. 'Maybe you've become interesting at last, Elain.'
Nesta saw the blow land, like a physical impact, in Elain's face, her posture. No one spoke, though shadows gathered in the corners of the room, like snakes preparing to strike.
Elain's eyes brightened with pain. Something imploded in Nesta's chest at that expression. She opened her mouth, as if it could somehow be undone. But Elain said, 'I went into the Cauldron, too, you know. And it captured me. And yet somehow all you think of is what my trauma did to you.”
Sarah J Maas
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Nesta Archeron
Nesta
Elain
A Court Of Silver Flames
Elain Archeron
A Court of Silver Flames
“We've been working for barely two weeks, Nesta. Physically, you might be seeing changes, but what's happening in your mind, your heart, will take far longer than that. Fuck, it took Feyre months-'
'I don't want to hear about Feyre and her special journey. I don't want to hear about Rhy's journey, or Morrigan's, or anyone's.'
'Why?'
The words, the rage, built again. She refused to speak, instead focusing on tamping down that power inside her until it didn't so much as murmur.
'Why?' he pushed.
'Because I don't,' she snapped. 'Put those bat wings away.'
Cassian obeyed, but stepped closer, towering over her. 'Then I'll tell you about my special journey, Nes.' His tone was icy in a way she'd never heard.
'No.'
'I slaughtered every person who hurt my mother.'
She blinked up at him, the weight in her vanishing at the vicious words.
Cassian's face held only ancient rage. 'When I was old and strong enough, I went back to the village where I was born, where I'd been ripped from her arms, and I learned that she was dead. And there was no one I could fight to change that. They refused to tell me where they'd buried her. One of the females hinted that they'd dumped her off the cliff.'
Horror and something like pain went through her.
His eyes flared with cold light. 'So I destroyed them. Anyone who wasn't responsible- children and some females and the elderly- I let them leave. But anyone who had played a role in her suffering... I made them suffer in return. Rhys and Azriel helped me. Found the piece of shit who'd sired me. I let my brother tear him apart before I finished him.'
The words hung between them.
He said with soft fury, 'It took me ten years before I was able to face it. What I'd done to those people, and what I'd lost. Ten years.' He was trembling, but not with fear. 'So if you want to take ten years to face whatever is eating you alive from the inside out, go ahead. You want to take twenty years, go ahead.”
Pain
Depression
Revenge
Trauma
Cassian
Nesta Archeron
Face It
Nesta
A Court Of Silver Flames
A Court of Silver Flames
“There was nothing that could have been done to save him, Nesta.'
The words were kindling. Elain had accepted his death as inevitable. She hadn't bothered to fight him, as if he hadn't been worth the effort, precisely as Nesta knew she herself wasn't worth the effort.
This time, Nesta didn't stop the power from shining in her eyes, she shook so violently she had to fist her hands. 'You tell yourself there's nothing that could have been done because it's unbearable to think that you could have saved him, if you'd only deigned to show up a few minutes earlier.' The lie was bitter in her mouth.
It wasn't Elain's fault their father had died. No, that was entirely Nesta's own fault. But if Elain was determined to root out the good in her, then she'd show her sister how ugly she could be. Let a fraction of this agony rip into her.
This was why Elain had chosen Feyre. This.
Feyre had rescued Elain time and again. BUt Nesta had sat by, armed only with her viper's tongue. Sat by while they starved. Sat by when Hybern stole them away and shoved them into the Cauldron. Sat by when Elain had been kidnapped. And when their father had been in Hybern's grip, she had done nothing, nothing to save him, either. Fear had frozen her, blanketing her mind, and she'd let it do so, let it master her, so that by the time her father's neck had snapped, it had been too late. And entirely her fault.
Why wouldn't Elain choose Feyre?”
Blame
Sarah J Maas
Self Loathing
Nesta Archeron
Nesta
Feyre Archeron
Lashing Out
Elain
A Court Of Silver Flames
Elain Archeron
A Court of Silver Flames
“Cassian titled his head to the side at her silence. 'What is it?'
'Would you train non-Illyrian females?'
'I'm training you, aren't I?'
'I mean, would you consider...' She didn't know how to elegantly phrase it, not like silver-tongued Rhysand. 'The priestesses in the library. If I invited them to train with us here, where it's private and safe. Would you train them?'
Cassian blinked slowly. 'Yes. I mean, of course, but...' He winced. 'Nesta, many of the females in the library do not want to be- cannot stand to be- around males again.'
'Then we'll ask one of your female friends to join. Mor or anyone else you can think of.'
'The priestesses might not even be able to stomach having me present.'
'You'd never hurt anyone like that.'
His eyes softened slightly. 'It's not about that for them. It's about the fear- the trauma they bear. Even if they know I'd never do that to them, I might still drag up memories that are incredibly difficult for them to face.'
'You said this training would help me with my... problems. Perhaps it could help them. At the very least give them a reason to get outside for a bit.'
Cassian watched her for a long moment. Then he said, 'Whoever you can get up here with us, I'll gladly train. Mor's away, but I can ask Feyre-'
'Not Feyre,' Nesta hated the words. The way his back stiffened. She couldn't look at him as she said, 'I just...' How could she explain the tangle between her and her sister? The self-loathing that threatened to consume her every time she looked at her sister's face?
'All right,' Cassian repeated. 'Not Feyre. But I need to give her and Rhys a heads-up. You should probably ask Clotho for permission, too.' A warm hand clasped her shoulder and squeezed. 'I like this idea, Nes.' His hazel eyes shone bright. 'I like it a lot.'
And for some reason, the words meant everything.”
Sarah J Maas
Trauma
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Cassian
Nesta Archeron
Nesta
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A Court Of Silver Flames
A Court of Silver Flames
“I was born to an unwed female in a settlement that makes Windhaven look like a tolerant, welcoming paradise. She was shunned for bearing a child out of wedlock, and forced to give birth to me alone in a tent in the dead of winter.'
Horror lurched through her. She'd known Cassian was low-born, but that level of cruelty because of it... 'What of your father?'
'You mean the piece of shit who forced himself on her and then went back to his wife and family?' Cassian let out a cold laugh that she rarely heard. 'There were no consequences for him.'
'There never are,' Nesta said coolly. She blocked out the image of Tomas's face.
'There are here,' Cassian growled, as if he sensed the direction of her thoughts. Cassian gestured to the city below, hidden by the mountain and the House blocking the view. 'Rhys changed the laws here in the Night Court, and in Illyria.' His face hardened further. 'But it still requires the survivor to come forward. And in places like Illyria, they make life a living hell for any female who does. They seem it a betrayal.'
'That's outrageous.'
'We're all Fae. Forget the High Fae or Lesser Fae bullshit. We're all immortal or close to it. Change comes slowly for us. What humans accomplish in decades takes us centuries. Longer, if you live in Illyria.'
'Then why do you bother with the Illyrians?'
'Because I fought like hell to prove my worth to them.' His eyes glittered. 'To prove that my mother brought some good into this world.'
'Where is she now?' He'd never spoken of her.
His eyes shuttered in a way she had not witnessed before. 'I was taken away from her when I was three. Thrown out into the snow. And in her so-called disgraced state, she became prey to other monsters.' Nesta's stomach twisted with each word. 'She did their backbreaking labour until she died, alone and...' His throat worked. 'I was at Windhaven by then. I wasn't strong enough to return to help her. To bring her somewhere safe. Rhys wasn't yet High Lord, and none of us could do anything.'
...
'It's a story for another time. But what I meant to try to explain is that through it all, through every awful thing, the training centred me. Guided me. When I had a shit day, when I was spat on or pummelled or shunned, when I led armies and lost good warriors, when Rhys was taken by Amarantha- through all of that, the training remained. You said the other day the breathing helped you. It helps me, too. It helped Feyre.' She watched the wall rise in his eyes, word after word. As if he waited for her to rip it down. Rip him down. 'Make of that what you will, but it's true.'
Oily shame slithered through her. She'd done that- brought this level of defensiveness in him.
Heaviness weighed on her. Started gnawing on her insides.
So Nesta said, 'Show me another set of movements.'
Cassian scanned her face for a heartbeat, his gaze still shuttered, and began his next demonstration.”
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Nesta Archeron
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A Court Of Silver Flames
A Court of Silver Flames
“You're nimble on your feet.'
'I took dancing lessons as a girl.'
'Really?'
'We weren't always poor. Until I was fourteen, my father was as rich as a king. They called him the Prince of Merchants.'
He gave her a tentative smile. 'And you were his princess?'
Ice cracked through her. 'No, Elain was his princess. Even Feyre was more his princess than I ever was.'
'And what were you?'
'I was my mother's creature.' She said it with such cold it nearly froze her tongue.
Cassian said carefully, 'What was she like?'
'A worse version of me.”
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A Court of Silver Flames
“Did Nesta say why she won't train?'
'Because she hates me.'
Feyre snorted. 'Cassian, Nesta does not hate you. Believe me.'
'She sure as shit acts like it.'
Feyre shook her head. 'No, she doesn't.' Her words were pained enough that he frowned.
'She doesn't hate you, either.' he said quietly.
Feyre shrugged. The gesture made his chest ache. 'For a while, I thought she didn't. But now I don't know.'
'I don't understand why you two can't just...' He struggled for the right word.
'Get along? Be civil? Smile at each other?' Feyre's laugh was hollow. 'It's always been that way.'
'Why?'
'I have no idea. I mean, it was always that way with us, and our mother. She only had an interest in Nesta. She ignored me, and saw Elain as barely more than a doll to dress up, but Nesta was hers. Our mother made sure we knew it. Or she just cared so little what we thought or did that she didn't bother to hide it from us.' Resentment and long-held pain laced every word. That a mother would do such a thing to her children... 'But when we fell into poverty, when I started hunting, it got worse. Our mother was gone, and our father wasn't exactly present. He wasn't fully there. So it was me and Nesta, always at each other's throats.' Feyre rubbed her face. 'I'm too exhausted to go over every detail. It's all just a tangled mess.'
Cassian refrained from observing that both sisters seemed to need each other- that Nesta perhaps needed Feyre more than she realised. And from mentioning that this mess between the two females hurt him more than he could express.
Feyre sighed, 'That's my long way of saying that if Nesta hated you... I know what it looks like, and she doesn't hate you.'
'She might after what I said to her tonight.”
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Feyre Archeron
A Court Of Silver Flames
A Court of Silver Flames
“It was nice to meet you, Nesta. Feyre speaks highly of you.
Nesta turned away. 'No one likes a liar, Priestess.'
She could have sworn a breath of amusement fluttered from beneath the female's hood.”
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A Court of Silver Flames
“She didn't possess Rhys's skill set, but having survived in the Court of Nightmares, she'd learned to read the subtlest of expressions. A mere blink, she'd once told him, might mean the difference between life and death in that miserable court. 'She's settled, then?'
Cassian knew who she meant. 'Taking a nap.'
Mor snorted.
'Don't.' His attention drifting to the glittering Sidra mere feet away. 'Please don't.'
Mor sipped her tea, the portrait of elegant innocence. 'We'd be better off throwing Nesta into the Court of NIghtmares. She'd thrive there.'
Cassian clenched his jaw, both at the insult and the truth. 'That's exactly the sort of existence we're trying to steer her away from.'
Mor assessed him with a bob of her thick lashes. 'It pains you seeing her like this.'
'All of it pains me.' He and Mor had always had this kind of relationship: truth at all costs, however harsh. Ever since that first and only time they'd slept together, when he'd learned too late that she'd hidden from him the terrible repercussions. When he'd seen her broken body and known that even if she'd lied to him, he'd still played a part.
Cassian blew out a breath, shaking away the blood-soaked memory still staining his mind five centuries later. 'It pains me that Nesta has become... this. It pains me that she and Feyre are always at each other's throats. It pains me that Feyre hurts over it, and I know Nesta does, too. It pains me that...' He drummed his fingers on the table, then sipped from his water. 'I really don't want to talk about it.”
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“Congratulations on your promotion.' She shook her head. 'Cassian the courtier. I never thought I'd see the day.
Feyre snickered. But Nesta's eyes slid to him, surprised. He said to her, if only to beat her to it, 'Still a bastard-born nobody, don't worry.'
Nesta's lips thinned.”
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A Court of Silver Flames
“You need to get out in the practice ring more, brother,' Cassian told him, surveying his friend's powerful body. 'Don't want that mate of yours to find any soft bits.'
'She never finds any soft bits when I'm around her,' Rhys said, and Cassian laughed again.
'Is Feyre going to kick your ass for what you said earlier?'
'I already told the servants to clear out for the rest of the day as soon as you take Nesta up to the House.'
'I think the servants hear you fighting plenty.' Indeed, Feyre had no hesitation when it came to telling Rhys that he'd stepped out of line.
Rhys threw him a wicked smile. 'It's not the fighting I don't want them hearing.'
Cassian grinned right back, even as something like jealousy tugged on his gut. He didn't begrudge them their happiness- not at all. There were plenty of times when he'd seen the joy on Rhys's face and have to walk away to keep from weeping, because his brother had waited for that love, earned it. Rhys had gone to the mat again and again to fight for that future with Feyre. For this.
But sometimes, Cassian saw that mating ring, and the portrait behind the desk, and this house, and just... wanted.
The clock chimed ten thirty, and Cassian rose. 'Enjoy your not-fighting.”
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A Court of Silver Flames
“All you have done is help yourself to our money.'
'Your mate's money.' Another flash of hurt. 'Thank you so much for taking time out of your home-making and shopping to remember me.'
'I built a room in this house for you. I asked you to help me decorate it. You told me to piss off.'
'Why would I ever want to stay in this house?' Where she could see precisely how happy they were, where none of them seemed remotely as decimated as she'd been by the war. She'd come so close to being a part of it- of that circle. Had held their hands as they'd stood together on the morning of the final battle and believed they might all make it.
Then she'd learned precisely how mercilessly it might be ripped away. What the cost of hop and joy and love truly was. She never wanted to face it again. Never wanted to endure what she'd felt in that forest clearing, with the King of Hybern chuckling, blood everywhere. Her power hadn't been enough to save them that day. She supposed she'd been punishing it for failing her every since, keeping it locked up tight inside her.
Feyre said, 'Because you're my sister.'
'Yes, and you're always sacrificing for us, your sad little human family-”
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