If you were going to die, I was going to die with you. I couldn’t stop thinking it over and over as you screamed, as I tried to kill her: you were my mate, my mate, my mate.
There are different kinds of darkness,” Rhys said. I kept my eyes shut. “There is the darkness that frightens, the darkness that soothes, the darkness that is restful.” I pictured each. “There is the darkness of lovers, and the darkness of assassins. It becomes what the bearer wishes it to be, needs it to be. It is not wholly bad or good.
No one was my master – but I might be master of everything, if I wished. If I dared.
The world,” Aelin said, “will be saved and remade by the dreamers, Rolfe.
I am broken and healing, but every piece of my heart belong to you.
She was fire, and light, and ash, and embers. She was Aelin Fireheart, and she bowed for no one and nothing, save the crown that was hers by blood and survival and triumph.
And so Tamlin unwittingly led the High Lady of the Night Court into the heart of his territory.
My friend through many dangers. My lover who had healed my broken and weary soul. My mate who had waited for me against all hope, despite all odds.
And I wondered if love was too weak a word for what he felt, what he’d done for me. For what I felt for him.
Even when this world is a forgotten whisper of dust between the stars, I will always love you.
And I realized – I realized how badly I’d been treated before, if my standards had become so low. If the freedom I’d been granted felt like a privilege and not an inherent right.
Only you can decide what breaks you, Cursebreaker. Only you.
She looked at them, at the three males who meant everything – more than everything. Then she smiled with every last shred of courage, of desperation, of hope for the glimmer of that glorious future. “Let’s go rattle the stars.
I love you,’ he whispered, and kissed my brow. ‘Thorns and all.
Hello, Feyre darling,” he purred.
I was burning through books every day – stories about people and places I’d never heard of. They were perhaps the only thing that kept me from teetering into utter despair.
Sometimes there won’t be a right choice, just the best of several bad options.
Behind them, across the hall, the dancers shattered their roses on the floor, and Aedion grinned at his queen as the entire world went to hell.
If you’re a monster, I’m a monster.
But perhaps the monsters needed to look out for each other every now and then.