She would have an adventure. For herself. This one time. She would see her homeland, and smell it and breathe it in. See it from high above, see it racing as fast as the wind. She owed herself that much.
If I offer you the moon on a string, will you give me a kiss, too?” – Lucien Vanserra.
He’d never realized how precious the calm moments were.
Better than being a dog leashed by a psychotic monster.
She didn’t fear the night, though she found little comfort in its dark hours. It was the time when she slept, the time when she stalked and killed, the time when the stars emerged with glittering beauty and made her feel wonderfully small and insignificant.
I’m going to kill you.” “Ah, about that,” she said, and shifted her wrist just enough for him to feel the blade she’d flicked free in the moment before she’d sensed his attack – the steel now resting against his groin. “Immortality seems like a long, long time to go without your favorite body part.
If the Valg craved the sunshine of Erilea, then she would give it to them.
Because destroying a symbol can break the spirits of men as much as bloodshed.
You could rattle the stars,′ she whispered. ‘You could do anything, if only you dared.
A queen- a queen who bowed to no one, a queen who had faced them all down and never apologized for it.
Each of us has a beast roaming beneath our skin, roaring to get out.
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.
For someone with a heart of stone, yours is certainly soft these days.
Her people. Her people, waiting for ten years, but no longer.
You are not most people, and I think you like it that way.
Rhysand’s face became a mask of calm fury as he stared and stared at me. “I remember you,” he purred. “It seems like you ignored my warning to stay out of trouble.
Run and run and disappear into the mountains and live in solitude in the dark green of the wild, with a pine needle carpet and a blanket of stars overhead. She could do it.
Who do you wish to be? he asked the barely woven tapestry within himself. Let the threads and knots take form, crafting the picture within his mind. Starting small.
You’re afraid. Of yourself more than anyone else in the world.
I would never have learned that light can be found in even the darkest of hells. That kindness can thrive even amongst the cruelty.