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A Court of Mist and Fury
“—Tú —jadeé sin apartar los ojos de los músicos que tocaban con tanta perfección que hasta los clientes de los restaurantes de los alrededores habían dejado de comer—. Tú enviaste esa música al calabozo. ¿Por qué?
La voz de Rhysand era ronca.
—Porque estabas a punto de rendirte. Y no encontré ninguna otra forma de salvarte.
La música se alzó hasta parecer llenarlo todo. Yo había visto un palacio en el cielo en las alucinaciones..., un lugar entre la puesta del sol y el amanecer, una casa sobre los pilares de piedra de luna.
—Vi la Corte Noche.
Él me miró de refilón.
—Yo no te mandé esas imágenes.”
Acomaf
Feyre
Rhysand
Rhys
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 Mist and Fury
“Maybe it'd be a mercy to be ended-
A broad hand gripped my face-gently enough not to hurt, but strong enough to make me look at him. "Don't you ever think that"Rhysand hissed,his eyes livid. "Not for one damned moment.”
Acomaf
Rhysand Feyre
A Court of Wings and Ruin
“So Rhys went against orders, and marched in his whole legion to get Myriam out. For his friend, for my lover- and for that bastard Drakon's sake. Rhys sacrificed his legion in the process, got all of them captured and tortured afterward. Yet everyone insists Rhysand is soulless, wicked. But the male I knew was the most decent of them all. Better than that prick-prince. You don't lose that quality, no matter the centuries, and Rhys was too smart to do anything but have the vilification of his character be a calculated move. And yet here you are- his mate. The most powerful High Lord in the world lost his mate, and has not yet come to claim her, even when she is defenseless in the woods." Jurian Chuckled. "Perhaps that's because Rhysand has not lost you at all. But rather unleashed you upon us.”
Feyre
Rhysand
Jurian
A Court of Thorns and Roses
“She has the most delicious thoughts about you, Tamlin,” he said. “She’s wondered about the feeling of your fingers on her thighs—between them, too.” He chuckled. Even as he said my most private thoughts, even as I burned with outrage and shame, I trembled at the grip still on my mind. Rhysand turned to the High Lord. “I’m curious: Why did she wonder if it would feel good to have you bite her breast the way you bit her neck?” “Let. Her. Go.” Tamlin’s face was twisted with such feral rage that it struck a different, deeper chord of terror in me. “If it’s any consolation,” Rhysand confided to him, “she would have been the one for you—and you might have gotten away with it. A bit late, though. She’s more stubborn than you are.”
Thoughts
Feyre
Rhysand
Tamlin
Mad
Rage
Intimate
High Lord
Let Her Go
Read Minds
A Court of Mist and Fury
“I waited for the fear to hit; waited for my body to shriek to find a way to get out of this dinner, but ... nothing. Maybe it'd be a mercy to be ended—
A broad hand gripped my face—gently enough not to hurt, but hard enough to make me look at him. "Don't you
ever
think that," Rhysand hissed, his eyes livid.
"Not for one damned moment.
”
Depression
Feyre
Rhysand
Pg149
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
Training
Abuse Survivors
Survivors
Cassian
Nesta Archeron
Nesta
Rape Survivors
A Court Of Silver Flames
A Court of Silver Flames
“You're going to make me look like that?'
His low laugh rippled over her body. 'No one can look like this but me, Nes.'
Arrogant ass.
'Rhysand and Azriel do,' she said sweetly.
'I've got one or two muscles on them.'
'I don't see it.'
He winked. 'Maybe they're in other places.'
She couldn't help it. Couldn't stop it. Not the flash of desire, but the smile that overtook her face. She huffed a laugh.
Cassian stared like he hadn't seen her before.
His shock was enough that Nesta dropped her smile.”
Funny
Rhysand
Sarah J Maas
Cocky
Cassian
Muscles
Azriel
Nesta Archeron
Nesta
A Court Of Silver Flames
A Court of Silver Flames
“Why aren't you training, Nesta?'
'I don't want to.'
'Why not?'
Cassian muttered, 'Don't waste your breath, Az.'
She glared at him. 'I'm not training in that miserable village.'
Cassian glared right back. 'You've been given an order. You know the consequences. If you don't get off that fucking rock by the end of the week, what happens next is out of my hands.'
'So you'll tattle to your precious High Lord?' she crooned. 'Big, tough warrior needs oh-so-powerful Rhysand to fight his battles?'
'Don't you talk about Rhys with that tone,' Cassian snarled.
'Rhys is an asshole,' Nesta snapped. 'He is an arrogant, preening asshole.'
Azriel sat back in his seat, eyes simmering with anger, but said nothing.
'That's bullshit,' Cassian spat, the Siphons on the backs of his hands burning like ruby flames. 'You know that's bullshit, Nesta.'
'I hate him,' she seethed.
'Good. He hates you, too,' Cassian shot back. 'Everyone fucking hates you. Is that what you want? Because congratulations, it's happened.'
Azriel let out a long, long breath.
Cassian's words pelted her, one after another. Hit her somewhere low and soft, and hit hard. Her fingers curled into claws, scraping along the table as she flung back at him, 'And I suppose now you'll tell me that you are the only person who doesn't hate me, and I'm supposed to feel something like gratitude, and agree with you?'
'Now I tell you I'm done.'
The words rumbled between them. Nesta blinked, the only sign of her surprise.
Azriel tensed, surprised as well.
But she sliced into Cassian before he could go on. 'Does that mean you're done panting after me as well? Because what a relief that will be, to know you've finally taken the hint.'
Cassian's muscled chest heaved, his throat working. 'You want to rip yourself apart, go right ahead. Implode all you like.' He stood, meal half-finished. 'The training was supposed to help you. Not punish you. I don't know why you don't fucking get that.'
'I told you: I'm not training in that miserable village.'
'Fine.' Cassian stalked out, his pounding steps fading down the hall.
Alone with Azriel, Nesta bared her teeth at him.
Azriel watched her with that cool quiet, keeping utterly still. Like he saw everything in her head. Her bruised heart.
She couldn't bear it. So she stood, only two bites taken from her food, and left the room as well.”
Hatred
Angry
Sarah J Maas
Argument
Cassian
Azriel
Nesta Archeron
Nesta
A Court Of Silver Flames
Trying To Help
A Court of Silver Flames
“She'd never told him that the reasons he hated her were the same reasons she lived here. Took cold baths some days. Forgot to eat on others. Couldn't stand the crack and snap of a fireplace. And drowned herself in wine and music and pleasure each night. Every damning thing Rhysand thought about her was true- and she'd known it long before he had ever shadowed her doorstep.”
Hatred
Depression
Rhysand
Sarah J Maas
Rhys
Self Loathing
Self Hatred
Nesta Archeron
Nesta
A Court Of Silver Flames
A Court of Frost and Starlight
“Do you know what an inconvenience it is to need to find a place to relieve myself everywhere I go?'
A fizzing noise came from Cassian's side of the table, but I clamped my lips together. Mor gripped my knee beneath the table, her body shaking with the effort of keeping her laugh reined in.
Rhys drawled to Amren. 'Shall we start building public toilets for you throughout Velaris, Amren?'
'I mean it, Rhysand,' Amren snapped. I didn't dare meet Mor's stare. Or Cassian's. One look and I'd completely dissolve. Amren waved a hand down at herself. 'I should have selected a male form. At least you can whip it out and go wherever you like without having to worry about spilling on-'
Cassian lost it. Then Mor. Then me. And even Az, chuckling faintly.
'You really don't know how to pee?' Mor roared. 'After all this time?'
Amren seethed. 'I've seen animals-'
'Tell me you know how a toilet works,' Cassian burst out, slapping a broad hand on the table. 'Tell me you know that much.'
I clapped a hand over my mouth, as if it would push the laugh back in. Across the table, Rhys's eyes were brighter than stars, his mouth a quivering line as he tried and failed to remain serious.
'I know how to sit on a toilet,' Amren growled.”
Feyre
Rhysand
Sarah J Maas
Rhys
Cassian
Azriel
Mor
Feyre Archeron
Amren
A Court Of Frost And Starlight
A Court of Frost and Starlight
“I suppose you think I should be thanking you, for stepping up to assist in reviving me.'
'I have no illusions that the day you thank me for anything, Rhysand, is the day the burning fires of hell go cold.'
'Poetic.'
A low snarl.
Too easy. It was far too easy to bait him, rile him. And though I reminded myself of the wall, of the peace we needed, I said, 'You saved my mate's life on several occasions. I will always be thankful for that.'
I knew the words found their mark. My mate.
Low. It was a low blow. I had everything- everything I'd wished for, dreamed of, begged the stars to grant me.
He had nothing. Had been given everything and squandered it. He didn't deserve my pity, my sympathy.
No, Tamlin deserved what he'd brought upon himself, this husk of a life.
He deserved every empty room, every snarl of thorns, every meal he had to hunt for himself.”
Rhysand
Tamlin
Sarah J Maas
Rhys
Thankful
Rivalry
Petty
Squandered
Baiting
A Court Of Frost And Starlight
A Court of Wings and Ruin
“Rhys looked them each in the eye, even my sisters, his hand brushing the back of my own.
'Do you want the inspiring talk or the bleak one?' he asked.
'We want the real one,' Amren said.
Rhys pushed his shoulders back, elegantly folding his wings behind him. 'I believe everything happens for a reason. Whether it is decided by the Mother, of the Cauldron, or some sort of tapestry of Fate, I don't know. I don't really care. But I am grateful for it, whatever it is. Grateful that it brought you all into my life. If it hadn't... I might have become as awful as the prick we're going to face today. If I had not met an Illyrian warrior-in-training,' he said to Cassian, 'I would not have known the true depth of strength, of resilience, of honour and loyalty.' Cassian's eyes gleamed bright. Rhys said to Azriel, 'If I had not met a shadowsinger, I would not have known that it is the family you make not the one you are born into, that matters. I would not have known what it is to truly hope, even when the world tells you to despair.' Azriel bowed his head in thanks.
Mor was already crying when Rhys spoke to her. 'If I had not met my cousin, I would never have learned that light can be found in even the darkest of hells. That kindness can thrive even amongst cruelty.' She wiped away her tears as she nodded.
I waited for Amren to offer a retort. But she was only waiting.
Rhys bowed his head to her. 'If I had not met a tiny monster who hoards jewels more fiercely than a firedrake...' A quiet laugh from all of us at that. Rhys smiled softly. 'My own power would have consumed me long ago.'
Rhys squeezed my hand as he looked to me at last. 'And if I had not met my mate...' His words failed him as silver lined his eyes.
He said down the bond, I would have waited five hundred more years for you. A thousand years. And if this was all the time we were allowed to have... The wait was worth it.
He wiped away the tears sliding down my face. 'I believe that everything happened, exactly the way it had to... so I could find you.' He kissed another tear away.
And then he said to my sisters, 'We have not known each other for long. But I have to believe that you were brought here, into our family, for a reason, too. And maybe today we'll find out why.'
He surveyed them all again- and held out his hand to Cassian. Cassian took it, and held out his other for Mor. Then Mor extended her other to Azriel. Azriel to Amren. Amren to Nesta. Nesta to Elain. And Elain to me. Until we were all linked, all bound together.
Rhys said, 'We will walk out onto that field and only accept Death when it comes to haul us away to the Otherworld. We will fight for life, for survival, for our futures. But if it is decided by that tapestry of Fate or the Cauldron or the Mother that we do not walk off that field today...' His chin lifted. 'The great joy and honour of my life has been to know you. To call you my family. And I am grateful- more than I can possibly say- that I was given this time with you all.'
'We are grateful, Rhysand,' Amren said quietly. 'More than you know.'
Rhys gave her a small smile as the others murmured their agreement.
He squeezed my hand again as he said, 'Then let's go make Hybern very ungrateful to have known us, too.”
Rhysand
Sarah J Maas
Rhys
Cassian
A Court Of Wings And Ruin
Inner Circle
Azriel
Mor
Feyre Archeron
Amren
A Court of Wings and Ruin
“Rhys looked them each in the eye, even my sisters, his hand brushing the back of my own.
'Do you want the inspiring talk or the bleak one?' he asked.
'We want the real one,' Amren said.
Rhys pushed his shoulders back, elegantly folding his wings behind him. 'I believe everything happens for a reason. Whether it is decided by the Mother, of the Cauldron, or some sort of tapestry of Fate, I don't know. I don't really care. But I am grateful for it, whatever it is. Grateful that it brought you all into my life. If it hadn't... I might have become as awful as the price we're going to face today. If I had not met an Illyrian warrior-in-training,' he said to Cassian, 'I would not have known the true depth of strength, of resilience, of honour and loyalty.' Cassian's eyes gleamed bright. Rhys said to Azriel, 'If I had not met a shadowsinger, I would not have known that it is the family you make not the one you are born into, that matters. I would not have known what it is to truly hope, even when the world tells you to despair.' Azriel bowed his head in thanks.
Mor was already crying when Rhys spoke to her. 'If I had not met my cousin, I would never have learned that light can be found in even the darkest of hells. That kindness can thrive even amongst cruelty.' She wiped away her tears as she nodded.
I waited for Amren to offer a retort. But she was only waiting.
Rhys bowed his head to her. 'If I had not met a tiny monster who hoards jewels more fiercely than a firedrake...' A quiet laugh from all of us at that. Rhys smiled softly. 'My own power would have consumed me long ago.'
Rhys squeezed my hand as he looked to me at last. 'And if I had not met my mate...' His words failed him as silver lined his eyes.
He said down the bond, I would have waited five hundred more years for you. A thousand years. And if this was all the time we were allowed to have... The wait was worth it.
He wiped away the tears sliding down my face. 'I believe that everything happened, exactly the way it had to... so I could find you.' He kissed another tear away.
And then he said to my sisters, 'We have not known each other for long. But I have to believe that you were brought here, into our family, for a reason, too. And maybe today we'll find out why.'
He surveyed them all again- and held out his hand to Cassian. Cassian took it, and held out his other for Mor. Then Mor extended her other to Azriel. Azriel to Amren. Amren to Nesta. Nesta to Elain. And Elain to me. Until we were all linked, all bound together.
Rhys said, 'We will walk out onto that field and only accept Death when it comes to haul us away to the Otherworld. We will fight for life, for survival, for our futures. But if it is decided by that tapestry of Fate or the Cauldron or the Mother that we do not walk off that field today...' His chin lifted. 'The great joy and honour of my life has been to know you. To call you my family. And I am grateful- more than I can possibly say- that I was given this time with you all.'
'We are grateful, Rhysand,' Amren said quietly. 'More than you know.'
Rhys gave her a small smile as the others murmured their agreement.
He squeezed my hand again as he said, 'Then let's go make Hybern very ungrateful to have known us, too.”
Rhysand
Sarah J Maas
Rhys
Cassian
A Court Of Wings And Ruin
Inner Circle
Azriel
Mor
Feyre Archeron
Amren
A Court of Wings and Ruin
“Sprawled out, the Suriel's bony chest heaved unevenly, its breaths few and far between.
Dying.
I slid to my knees before it, sinking into the blood moss. 'Let me help you. I can heal you.'
I'd do it the same way I'd helped Rhysand. Remove those arrows- and offer it my blood.
I reached for the first one, but a dry, bony hand settled on my wrist. 'Your magic...' it rasped, 'is spent. Do not... waste it.'
'I can save you.'
It only gripped my wrist. 'I am already gone.'
'What- what can I do?' The words turned thin- brittle.
'Stay...' it breathed. 'Stay... until the end.'
I took its hand in mine. 'I'm sorry.' It was all I could think to say. I had done this- I had brought it here.
'I knew,' it gasped, sensing my shift in thoughts. 'The tracking... I knew of it.'
'Then why come at all?'
'You... you were kind. You... fought your fear. You were... kind,' it said again.
I began crying.
'And you were kind to me,' I said, not brushing away the tears that fell onto its bloodied, tattered robe. 'Thank you- for helping me. When no one else would.'
A small smile on that lipless mouth. 'Feyre Archeron.' A laboured breath. 'I told you- to stay with the High Lord. And you did.'
Its warning to me that first time we'd met. 'You- you meant Rhys.' All this time, all this time-
'Stay with him... and live to see everything righted.'
'Yes, I did- and it was.'
'No- not yet. Stay with him.'
'I will.' I always would.
Its chest rose- then fell.
'I don't even know your name,' I whispered. The Suriel- it was a title, a name for its kind.
That small smile again. 'Does it matter, Cursebreaker?'
'Yes.'
Its eyes dimmed, but it did not tell me. It only said, 'You should go now. Worse things- worse things are coming. The blood... draws them.'
I squeezed its bony hand, the leathery skin growing colder. 'I can stay a while longer.'
I had killed enough animals to know when a body neared death. Soon, now- it would be a matter of breaths.
'Feyre Archeron,' the Suriel said again, gazing at the leafy canopy, the sky peeking through it. A painful inhale. 'A request.'
I leaned close. 'Anything.'
Another rattling breath. 'Leave this world... a better place than how you found it.'
And as its chest rose and stopped altogether, as its breath escaped in one last sigh, I understood why the Suriel had come to help me, again and again. Not just for kindness... but because it was a dreamer.
And it was the heart of a dreamer that had created healing inside that monstrous chest.
Its sudden silence echoed in my own.
I laid my head on its chest, on that now-silent vault of bone, and wept.
I wept and wept, until there was a strong hand at my shoulder.”
Sad
Dying
Feyre
Rhysand
The Suriel
Sarah J Maas
Heartbreaking
A Court Of Wings And Ruin
Feyre Archeron
Death Scene
A Court of Wings and Ruin
“I bartered access to my lands to get back the woman I love from a sadist who plays with minds as if they are toys. I meant to fight Hybern- to find a way around the bargain I made with the king once she was back. Only Rhysand and his cabal had turned her into one of them. And she delighted in ripping open my territory for Hybern to invade. All for a petty grudge- either her own or her... master's.'
'You don't get to rewrite the narrative,' I breathed. 'You don't get to spin this to your advantage.'
Tamlin only angled his head to Rhys. 'When you fuck her, have you ever noticed that little noise she makes right before she climaxes?'
Hear stained my cheeks. This wasn't outright battle, but a steady, careful shredding of my dignity, my credibility.
...
Rhys turned his head, looking me over from head to toe. Then back to Tamlin. A storm about to be unleashed.
But it was Azriel who said, his voice like cold death, 'Be careful how you speak about my High Lady.'
Surprise flashed in Tamlin's eyes- then vanished. Vanished, swallowed by pure fury as he realised what that tattoo coating my hand was for. 'It was not enough to sit at my side, was it?' A hateful smile curled his lips. 'You once asked me if you'd be my High Lady, and when I said no...' A low laugh. 'Perhaps I underestimated you. Why serve in my court, when you could rule in his?”
Feyre
Rhysand
Tamlin
Sarah J Maas
Rhys
A Court Of Wings And Ruin
Loathing
Azriel
Feyre Archeron
High Lady
A Court of Wings and Ruin
“What does he look like?
The question was soft- tentative. I knew who he meant.
I interlaced my fingers through Rhysand's and squeezed tightly. Let me show you.
And as we walked through the darkness, toward that distant, still-hidden light, I did.”
Feyre
Rhysand
Question
Sarah J Maas
Son
Rhys
A Court Of Wings And Ruin
Feyre Archeron
Nyx
The Bone Carver
A Court of Wings and Ruin
“He just wanted a walk- and a few books. It had been an age since he'd even had free time to read, let alone do so for pleasure.
But there she was.
His mate.
She was nothing like Jesminda.
Jesminda had been all laughter and mischief, too wild and free to be contained by the country life that she'd been born into. She had teased him, taunted him- seduced him so thoroughly that he hadn't wanted anything but her. She'd seen him not as a High Lord's seventh son, but as a male. Had loved him without question, without hesitation. She had chosen him.
Elain had been... thrown at him.
He glanced toward the tea service spread on a low-lying table nearby. 'I'm going to assume that one of those cups belongs to your sister.' Indeed, there was a discarded book in the viper's usual chair. Cauldron help the male who wound up shackled to her.
'Do you mind if I held myself to the other?'
He tried to sound casual- comfortable. Even as his heart raced and raced, so swift he thought he might vomit on the very expensive, very old carpet. From Sangravah, if the patterns and rich dyes were any indication.
Rhysand was many things, but he certainly had good taste.
The entire place had been decorated with thought and elegance, with a penchant for comfort over stuffiness.
He didn't want to admit he liked it. Didn't want to admit he found the city beautiful.
That the circle of people who now claimed to be Feyre's new family... It was what, long ago, he'd once thought life at Tamlin's court would be.
An ache like a blow to the chest went through him, but he crossed the rug. Forced his hands to be steady while he poured himself a cup of tea and sat in the chair opposite Nesta's vacated one.
'There's a plate of biscuits. Would you like one?'
He didn't expect her to answer, and he gave himself all of one more minute before he'd rise from this chair and leave, hopefully avoiding Nesta's return.
But sunlight on gold caught his eye- and Elain slowly turned from her vigil at the window.
He had not seen her entire face since that day in Hybern.
Then, it had been drawn and terrified, then utterly blank and numb, her hair plastered to her head, her lips blue with cold and shock.
Looking at her now...
She was pale, yes. The vacancy still glazing her features.
But he couldn't breathe as she faced him fully.
She was the most beautiful female he'd ever seen.
Betrayal, queasy and oily, slid through his veins. He'd said the same to Jesminda once.
But even as shame washed through him, the words, the sense chanted, Mine. You are mine, and I am yours. Mate.”
Mates
Rhysand
Sarah J Maas
Lucien
Nervous
A Court Of Wings And Ruin
Nesta
Elain
Elain Archeron
Lucien Vanserra
A Court of Wings and Ruin
“The orb of faelight bobbed ahead, illuminating the stone-hewn cell.
Cassian growled at what it revealed. Who it revealed.
Wholly different, no doubt, from the same young boy who now smiled at me.
Dark-haired, with eyes of crushing blue.
I started at the child's face- what I had not noticed that first time. What I had not understood.
It was Rhysand's face. The colouring, the eyes... it was my mate's face.
But the Carver's full, wide mouth curled into that hideous smile... That was my mouth. My father's mouth.
The hair on my arms rose. The Carver inclined his head in greeting- in greeting and in confirmation, as if he knew precisely what I realised. Who I had seen and was still seeing.
The High Lord's son. My son. Our son. Should we survive long enough to bear him.”
Feyre
Rhysand
Sarah J Maas
Son
Rhys
Cassian
A Court Of Wings And Ruin
Feyre Archeron
Nyx
The Bone Carver
A Court of Wings and Ruin
“I don't think Nesta will ever forgive me for what happened in Hybern. To her- but mostly to Elain.'
'Your wings were shredded. You were barely alive.' For that was guilt- ravaging and poisonous- in each of Cassian's words. What the others had been fighting against in the loft. 'You were in no position to save anyone.'
'I made her a promise.' The wind ruffled Cassian's hair as he squinted at the sky. 'And when it mattered, I didn't keep it.'
I still dreamed of him trying to crawl toward her, reaching for her even in the semi- unconscious state the pain and blood loss had thrown him into. As Rhysand had once done for me during those last moments with Amarantha.
Perhaps only a few wing beats separated us from the broad landing veranda, but I asked, 'Why do you bother, Cassian?'
His hazel eyes shuttered as we smoothly landed. And I thought he wouldn't answer, especially not when Rhys gracefully landed beside us and strode in ahead with a wink.
But Cassian said quietly as we headed for the dining room, 'Because I can't stay away.”
Feyre
Rhysand
Guilt
Sarah J Maas
Rhys
Cassian
A Court Of Wings And Ruin
Nesta Archeron
Feyre Archeron
Elain Archeron
A Court of Wings and Ruin
“What does it say?'
'Utter nonsense,' Amren spat, scowling at the Book. 'It just likes to hear itself talk. Like most of the people cramping up my apartment.'
Cassian smirked. 'Did someone forget to feed Amren again?'
She pointed a warning finger at him without so much as looking up. 'Is there a reason, Rhysand, why you dragged your yapping pack into my home?”
Friends
Funny
Rhysand
Sarah J Maas
Rhys
Teasing
Cassian
A Court Of Wings And Ruin
Cranky
Amren
A Court of Wings and Ruin
“Lucien rubbed his eyes. 'I've seen Rhysand do such... horrible things, seen him play the dark prince over and over. And yet you tell me it was all a lie. A mask. All to protect this place, these people. And I would have laughed at you for believing it, and yet... this city exists. Untouched- or until recently, I suppose. Even the Dawn Court's cities are nothing so lovely as this.'
'Lucien-'
'And you love him. And he- he truly does love you.' Lucien dragged a hand through his red hair. 'And all these people I have spent my centuries hating, even fearing... They are your family.'
'I think Amren would probably deny that she feels any affection for us-'
'Amren is a bedtime story they told us as younglings to make us behave. Amren was who would drink my blood and carry me to hell if I acted out of line. And yet there she was, acting more like a cranky old aunt than anything.'
'We don't- we don't enforce protocol and rank here.'
'Obviously. Rhys lives in a town house, by the Cauldron.' He waved an arm to encompass the city.
I didn't know what to say, so I kept silent.
'I hadn't realised I was a villain in your narrative,' Lucien breathed.
'You weren't.' Not entirely.”
Feyre
Rhysand
Sarah J Maas
Rhys
Lucien
A Court Of Wings And Ruin
Overwhelmed
Shocked
Feyre Archeron
Amren
A Court of Wings and Ruin
“I heard Lucien first.
'Back off.'
A low female laugh.
Everything in me went still and cold at that sound. I'd heard it once before- in Rhysand's memory.
Keep going. They were distracted, horrible as it was.
Keep going, keep going, keep going.
'I thought you'd seek me out after the Rite,' Ianthe purred. They couldn't be more than thirty feet through the trees. Far enough away not to hear my presence, if I was quiet enough.
'I was obligated to perform the Rite,' Lucien snapped. 'That night wasn't the product of desire, believe me.'
'We had fun, you and I.'
'I'm a mated male now.'
Every second was the ringing of my death knell. I'd primed everything to fall; I'd long since stopped feeling any guilt or doubt about my plan. Not with Alis now safely away.
And yet- and yet-
'You don't act that way with Feyre.' A silk-wrapped threat.
'You're mistaken.'
'Am I?' Twigs and leaves crunched, as if she was circling him. 'You put your hands all over her.'
I had done my job too well, provoked her jealousy too much with every instance I'd found ways to get Lucien to touch me in her presence, in Tamlin's presence.
'Do not touch me,' he growled.
And then I was moving.
I masked the sound of my footfalls, silent as a panther as I stalked to the little clearing where they stood.
Where Lucien stood, back against a tree- twin bands of blue stone shackled around his wrists.
I'd seen them before. On Rhys, to immobilise his power. Stone hewn from Hybern's rotted land, capable of nullifying magic. And in this case... holding Lucien against that tree as Ianthe surveyed him like a snake before a meal.
She slid a hand over the broad panes of his chest, his stomach.
And Lucien's eyes shot to me as I stepped between the trees, fear and humiliation reddening his golden skin.
'That's enough,' I said.
Ianthe whipped her head to me. Her smile was innocent, simpering. But I saw her note the pack, Tamlin's bandolier. Dismiss them. 'We were in the middle of a game. Weren't we, Lucien?'
He didn't answer.
And the sight of those shackles on him, however she'd trapped him, the sight of her hand still on his stomach-
'We'll return to the camp when we're done,' she said, turning to him again. Her hand slid lower, not for his own pleasure, but simply to throw it in my face that she could-”
Feyre
Tamlin
Sarah J Maas
Sexual Assault
Lucien
Predator
A Court Of Wings And Ruin
Feyre Archeron
Ianthe
Unwanted Attention
A Court of Wings and Ruin
“I was there that day, you know,' Alis said, folding her spindly arms across her chest. 'I saw the Morrigan arrive. Saw her reach into that cocoon of power and pick you up like a child. I begged her to take you out.'
My swallow wasn't feigned.
'I never told him that. Never told any of them. I let them think you'd been abducted. But you clung to her, and she was willing to slaughter all of us for what had happened.'
'I don't know why you'd assume that.' I tugged the edges of my silk robe tighter around me.
'Servants talk. And Under the Mountain, I never heard of or saw Rhysand laying a hand on a servant. Guards. Amarantha's cronies, the people he was ordered to kill, yes. But never the meek. Never those unable to defend themselves.'
'He's a monster.'
'They say you came back different. Came back wrong.' A crow's laugh. 'I never bother to tell them I think you came back right. Came back right at last.”
Knowing
Feyre
Rhysand
Seeing
Sarah J Maas
Rhys
Observant
A Court Of Wings And Ruin
Feyre Archeron
Alis
A Court of Mist and Fury
“Where is she?' Amren snapped one more time.
I couldn't bring myself to say the words.
So Mor said them for me as she knelt over Azriel, both of my brothers mercifully unconscious. 'Tamlin offered passage through his lands and our heads on platters to the kings in exchange for trapping Feyre, breaking her bond, and getting to bring her back to the Spring Court. But Ianthe betrayed Tamlin- told the king where to find Feyre's sisters. So the king had Feyre's sisters brought with the queens- to prove he could make immortal. He put them in to the Cauldron. We could do nothing as they were turned. He had us by the balls.'
Those quicksilver eyes shot to me. 'Rhysand.'
I managed to say, 'We Were out of options, and Feyre knew it. So she pretended to free herself from the control Tamlin thought I'd kept on her mind. Pretended that she... hated us. And told him she'd go home- but only if the killing stopped. If we went free.'
'And the bond,' Amren breathed, Cassian's blood shining on her hands as she slowed its dribbling.
Mor said, 'She asked the king to breath the bond. He obliged.'
I thought I might be dying- thought my chest might actually be cleaved in two.
'That's impossible,' Amren said. 'That sort of bond cannot be broken.'
'The king said he could do it.'
'The king is a fool,' Amren barked. 'That sort of bond cannot be broken.'
'No, it can't,' I said.
They both looked at me.
I cleared my head, my shattering heart- breaking for what my mate had done, sacrificed for me and my family. For her sisters. Because she hadn't thought... hadn't thought she was essential. Even after all she had done. 'The king broke the bargain between us. Hard to do, but he couldn't tell that it wasn't the mating bond.'
More started. 'Does- does Feyre know-'
'Yes,' I breathed. 'And now my mate is in my enemy's hands.”
A Court Of Mist And Fury
Feyre
Rhysand
Tamlin
Sarah J Maas
Rhys
Mor
Feyre Archeron
Amren
The King Of Hybern
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