Mountains... So you never forget that you climbed them and crossed them. That you – only you – got yourself here.
She woke up each morning glad to be there, to throw herself against the world and see what it did.
She was absolutely, gloriously nobody.
Considering how many ways there are to break my own hand when punching someone, it doesn’t seem worth it.
Rhys would have let me marry him, believing me to be happy, wanting me to be happy even if it killed him. But the moment I had said no... He had saved me. Helped me save myself.
The first time I saw that look on your face, you were still human. Still human, and I nearly went to my knees before you.” His breath caressed the shell of her ear and she couldn’t stop her eyes from fluttering shut. His smile brushed against her temple. “Your power is a song, and one I’ve waited a very, very long time to hear, Nesta.
Cassian was lounging in his chair, a glass of wine in his hand, staring at nothing. A brooding warrior-prince, contemplating the death of his enemies.
I have no regrets in my life, but this.” His voice shook with every word. “That we did not have time. That I did not have time with you, Nesta.
Well, I’m late for something incredibly important – Lucien.
Our love is stronger than time, greater than any distance. Our love spans across stars and worlds. I will find you again, I promise.
Hello, Bryce Quinlan. My name is Rhysand.
But wherever you’re headed when this life is over, Quinlan, that’s where I want to be, too.
Hunt’s voice was a thunderclap as he said behind her, “Light it up, Bryce.
Death is the only victor in war.
You remind me that I am alive.
Males will always try to control the females who scare them. Marriage and breeding are their go-to methods.
It means that he’s going ballistic in the way that only mates can when the other is threatened. It’s what happened then, and what’s happening now. You’re true mates – the way Fae are mates, in your bodies and souls. That’s what was different about your scent the other day. Your scents have merged. As they do between Fae mates.
The male stepped forward, tucking in his wings. He smiled slightly and said in the Old Language, in a voice like glorious night, “Hello, Bryce Quinlan. My name is Rhysand.
Want to count my abs when we get home from the ballet?
My friends are with me and I am not afraid.