We’d better eat before we raise hell.” – Aelin Ashrvyer Galathynius.
I have so many things to deal with that I’m sometimes tempted to unleash my power across the world and wipe the board clean. Just to buy me some damned peace.
You are a better friend to me, Feyre,” he said quietly, “than I ever was to you.
So she left Rowan in the hall. But it did not stop her from wishing she could keep him.
Lucien only nodded. But I felt his gaze on my back, fixed right on my spine, as I headed downstairs. To see Ianthe. And at last decide how I was going to shred her into pieces.
And now-now I didn’t know where that put me. Knee-deep in trouble seemed like a good place to start.
Why are you crying, Fireheart?
Everything about the stranger radiated sensual grace and ease. High Fae, no doubt. His short black hair gleamed like a raven’s feathers, offsetting his pale skin and blue eyes so deep they were violet, eevn in the firelight They twinkled with amusent as he beheld me.
I supposed that with her stunning beauty, she needed no ornamentation. It would have been like putting jewelry on a lion.
I hadn’t realized I was a villain in your narrative,” Lucien breathed. “You weren’t.” Not entirely.
Rhys clinked his glass against mine. “To the stars who listen – and the dreams that are answered.
He studied my face. “There are a great many things that I wish to do, and don’t get to.
That flicker he could have sworn he felt in answer, like the fluttering heart of an ember. Unleashing a cry that set the world trembling, Prince Rowan Whitethorn Galathynius, Consort of the Queen of Terrasen, began the hunt to find his wife.
Is there a purpose to this visit, or may I return to my book?
Rhys pulled back, his thumb stroking my cheek. People were weeping. Keening. But no more screams of terror. No more bloodshed and destruction. My mate murmured, “Feyre Cursebreaker, the Defender of the Rainbow.” I slid my arms around his waist and sobbed. And even as his city wailed, the High Lord of the Night Court held me until I could at last face this blood-drenched new world.
She would tuck Sam into her heart, a bright light for her to take out whenever things were darkest. And then she would remember how it had felt to be loved, when the world had held nothing but possibility. No matter what they did to her, they could never take that away. She would not break.
Stop feeling sorry for yourself. Stay the course, but also plot another one. Adapt.
These beasts, despite their dark master, are capable of love.
You told me Dorian would fix the world, make it better. But if he’s gone, if we made the mistake today in keeping him alive, then I will find another way to attain that future. And another one after that, if I have to. I will keep getting back up, no matter how many times those butchers shove me down.
A half-wild beast, Nesta had once called me. It was an effort to not take his hand, to not reach out to him and tell him that I understood.