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“If I could have him like this in my dreams every night of my life, I'd stake my entire life on dreams and be done with the rest.”
― André Aciman, Call Me by Your Name

“Perhaps we were friends first and lovers second.
But then perhaps this is what lovers are.”
― André Aciman

“Tarquin turned from the table, just as the tent flaps parted for a pair of broad shoulders—

Varian. He didn’t so much as look at his High Lord, his focus going right to where Amren sat at the head of the table. As if he’d sensed she was here—or someone had reported. And he’d come running.

Amren’s eyes flicked up from the Book as Varian halted. A coy smile curved her red lips.

There was still blood and dirt splattered on Varian’s brown skin, coating his silver armor and close-cropped white hair. He didn’t seem to notice or care as he strode for Amren.

And none of us dared to speak as Varian dropped to his knees before Amren’s chair, took her shocked face in his broad hands, and kissed her soundly.
...
None of us lasted long after dinner.

Amren and Varian didn’t even bother to join us.

No, she’d just wrapped her legs around his waist, right there in front of us, and he’d stood, lifting her in one swift movement. I wasn’t entirely sure how Varian managed to walk them out of the tent while still kissing her, Amren’s hands dragging through his hair, letting out noises that were unnervingly like purring as they vanished into the camp.

Rhys had let out a low laugh as we all gawked in their wake. “I suppose that’s how Varian decided he’d tell Amren he was feeling rather grateful she ordered us to go to Adriata.”

Tarquin cringed. “We’ll alternate who has to deal with them on holidays.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Wings and Ruin

“Rhys lifted his head. "This is a bad idea."

Cassian winked. "That should be written on the Night Court crest.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A ​Court of Silver Flames

“Nesta looked at the king with death twining around his hands, then down at Cassian. And covered Cassian’s body with her own. Cassian went still - then his hand slid over her back. Together. They’d go together.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Wings and Ruin

“Nesta had loved Cassian since she'd first laid eyes on him. Had loved him even when she did not want to, even when she had been swallowed by despair and fear and hatred. Had loved him and destroyed herself because she didn't believe she deserved him, because he was all that was good, and brave, and kind, and she loved him, she loved him, she loved him”
― Sarah J. Maas, A ​Court of Silver Flames

“I'll be with you every step of the way. Just don't lock me out. You want to walk in silence for a week, I'm fine with that. So long as you talk to me at the end of it.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A ​Court of Silver Flames

“Gwyn whispered, "I am the rock against which the surf crashes." Nesta straightened at the words, as if they were a prayer and a summons. Gwyn lifted the blade. "Nothing can break me."

Cassian's throat tightened, and even from across the ring he could see Nesta's eyes gleaming with pride and pain.

Emerie said, "Nothing can break us ."

The world seemed to pause at the words. As if it had been following one path and now branched off in another direction. In a hundred years, a thousand, this moment would still be etched in his mind. That he would tell his children, his grandchildren, Right then and there. That was when it all changed.

Azriel went wholly still, as if he, too, had felt the shift. As if he, too, were aware that far larger forces peered into that training ring as Gwyn moved.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A ​Court of Silver Flames

“Whatever you need to throw at me, I can take it. I won't break.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A ​Court of Silver Flames

“But I still don’t know how to fix myself.”
“There’s nothing broken to be fixed,” he said fiercely.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A ​Court of Silver Flames

“She didn’t know what to do with it, that rage. It still burned and hunted her, still made her want to rip and roar and rend the world into pieces. She felt it all—too keenly, too sharply. Hated and cared and loved and dreaded, more than other people, she sometimes thought.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury

“This could be . . . a very bad idea," I admitted, my grip tightening on his hand.
"Oh, it most certainly is," Cassian said with a faint smile as we continued down and down into the heavy black and thrumming silence. "But this is war. We don't have the luxury of good ideas–only picking between the bad ones.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Wings and Ruin

“As Cassian drew twin Illyrian blades, the sight of them like home, and said to Eris with lethal calm, “I suggest you drop my lady.”
― Sarah J. Maas

“I don't see you spouting poetry, brother.
I don't need to resort to it.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Wings and Ruin

“I've been living with Mor for five hundred years. I've learned the hard way not to question shoe choices.However stupid they may be.”
― Sarah J. Maas

“He wanted to bury her in Velaris. Somewhere full of light and warmth, full of kind people. Far away from these mountains.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Frost and Starlight

“Panic- and rage. That was all he knew as he shot down into the heart of the pit, spearing for that ancient darkness that had once shaken him to his very marrow.

Nesta was there- and Feyre.

It was the former her saw first, stumbling out of the dark, wide-eyed, her fear a tang that whetted his rage into something so sharp he could barely think, barely breathe-

She let out a small, animal sound- like some wounded stag- as she saw him. As he landed so hard his knees popped.

He said nothing as Nesta launched herself toward him, her dress filthy and dishevelled, her arms stretching for him. He opened his own for her, unable to stop his approach, his reaching-

She gripped his leathers instead. 'Feyre,' she rasped, pointing behind her with a free hand, shaking him solidly with the other. Strength- such untapped strength in that slim, beautiful body. 'Hybern.'

That was all he needed to hear. He drew his sword- then Rhys was arrowing for them, his power like a gods-damned volcanic eruption. Cassian charged ahead into the gloom, following the screaming-”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Wings and Ruin

“No going back now,' Cassian said to Rhys, gesturing to his wings.

Rhys slid his hands into his pockets. 'I figure it's time for the world to know who really has the largest wingspan.'

Cassian laughed, and even Azriel smiled.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Wings and Ruin

“Twenty gold marks says there's a fight in the first hour,' Cassian said, still not really looking at Nesta.

'Thirty, and I say within forty-five minutes,' Mor said, crossing her arms.

'You do remember there are vows and wards of neutrality,' Rhys said mildly.

'You don't need fists or magic to fight,' Mor chirped.

Azriel said from the door. 'Fifty, and I say within thirty minutes. Started by Autumn.'

Rhys rolled his eyes. 'Try not to look like you're all gambling on them. And no cheating by provoking fights.' Their answering grins were anything but reassuring. Rhys sighed. 'A hundred marks on a fight within fifteen minutes.'

Nesta let out a soft snort. But they all looked at me, waiting.

I shrugged. 'Rhys and I are a team. He can gamble away our money on this bullshit.'

They all looked deeply offended.

Rhys looped his elbow through mine. 'A queen in appearance-'

'Don't even finish that,' I said.

He laughed. 'Shall we?”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Wings and Ruin

“Nesta let out a low laugh. 'If you want someone to blame for all of this,' she said to Tamlin, 'perhaps you should first look in the mirror.'

Tamlin snarled at her.

Cassian snarled right back, 'Watch it.'

Tamlin looked between my sister and Cassian- his gaze lingering on Cassian's wings, tucked in behind him. Snorted. 'Seems like other preferences run in the Archeron family, too.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Wings and Ruin

“He grinned at Azriel. 'You handing Eris's ass to him will be my new fantasy at night, by the way.'

Azriel didn't so much as bother to look over his shoulder at the High Lord. But Cassian snorted. 'I was wondering when the come-ons would begin.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Wings and Ruin

“Helion threw himself onto the couch across from Cassian and Mor. He'd ditched that radiant crown somewhere, but kept that gold armband of the upright serpent. 'It's been what- four centuries now, and you three still haven't accepted my offer.'

Mor lolled her head to the side. 'I don't like to share, unfortunately.'

'You never know until you try,' Helion purred.

The three of them in bed... with him? I must have been blinking like a fool because Rhys said to me, Helion favours both males and females. Usually together in his bed. And has been hounding after that trio for centuries.

I considered- Helion's beauty and the others... Why the hell haven't they said yes?”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Wings and Ruin

“Azriel's wings spread, dark reds and golds shining through in the bright sun, and he opened his arms to me. 'The pine forest will be good- the one by the lake.'

'Why?'

'Because water is better to fall into than hard rock,' Cassian replies, crossing his arms.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Wings and Ruin

“I don't think even the Carver knows what Nesta is. But I wanted to see- just in case.'

'Why?'

'I want to help.'

It was answer enough.

We fell into silence, the stream gurgling as it rushed by.

'Would you be frightened of her, if Nesta was- Death? Or if her power came from it?'

Cassian was quiet for a long moment.

He said at last, 'I'm a warrior. I've walked beside Death my entire life. I would be more afraid for her, to have that power. But not afraid of her.' He considered, and added after a heartbeat. 'Nothing about Nesta could frighten me.'

I swallowed and squeezed his hand. 'Thank you.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Wings and Ruin

“A moment later, Nesta was stomping through the front door, her face a remarkable shade of green. 'I need- a toilet.'

I met Rhys's stare as he prowled in behind her, hands in his pockets. What did you do?

His brows shot up.
...
Me? Rhys leaned against the bottom post of the banister. She complained that I was flying deliberately slow. So I went fast.
...
Cassian gaped at Rhys, 'What did you do?'

'I asked him the same thing,' I said, crossing my arms. 'He said he "went fast".'

Nesta vomited again- then silence.

Cassian sighed at the ceiling. 'She'll never fly again.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Wings and Ruin

“Do you know,' Cassian drawled to her, 'that the last time I got into a brawl in this house, I was kicked out for a month?'

Nesta's burning gaze slid to him, still outraged- but hinted with incredulity.

He just went on, 'It was Amren's fault, of course, but no one believed me. And no one dared banish her.'

She blinked slowly.

But the burning, molten gaze became mortal. Or as mortal as one of us could be.

Until Lucien breathed, 'What are you?'

Cassian didn't seem to dare take his focus off Nesta. But my sister slowly looked at Lucien.

'I made it give something back,' she said with terrifying quiet. The Cauldron. The hairs along my arms rose. Nesta's gaze flicked to the carpet, then to a spot on the wall. 'I wish to go to my room.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Wings and Ruin

“Azriel sketched a bow- while Cassian stalked for the dining table, reached right over Nesta's shoulder, and grabbed a muffin from its little basket. 'Morning, Nesta,' he said around a mouth of blueberry-lemon. 'Elain.'

Nesta's nostrils flared, but Elain peered up at Cassian, blinking twice. 'He snapped your wings, broke your bones.'

I tried to shut out the sound of Cassian's scream- the memory of the spraying blood.

Nesta stared at her plate. Elain, at least, was out of her room, but...

'It's take more than that to kill me,' Cassian said with a smirk that didn't meet his eyes.

Elain only said to Cassian, 'No, it will not.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Wings and Ruin

“If I offer you the moon on a string, will you give me a kiss, too?" - Lucien Vanserra”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Thorns and Roses

“To keep Velaris safe, to keep Mor and Amren and Cassian and Azriel and… Rhys safe.

I said to Lucien, low and quiet and as vicious as the talons that formed at the tips of my fingers, as vicious as the wondrous weight between my shoulder blades, “When you spend so long trapped in darkness, Lucien, you find that the darkness begins to stare back.”

A pulse of surprise, of wicked delight against my mental shields, at the dark, membranous wings I knew were now poking over my shoulders. Every icy kiss of rain sent jolts of cold through me. Sensitive—so sensitive, these Illryian wings.

Lucien backed up a step. “What did you do to yourself?”

I gave him a little smile. “The human girl you knew died Under the Mountain. I have no interest in spending immortality as a High Lord’s pet.”

Lucien started shaking his head. “Feyre—”

“Tell Tamlin,” I said, choking on his name, on the thought of what he’d done to Rhys, to his family, “if he sends anyone else into these lands, I will hunt each and every one of you down. And I will demonstrate exactly what the darkness taught me.”

There was something like genuine pain on his face.

I didn’t care. I just watched him, unyielding and cold and dark. The creature I might one day have become if I had stayed at the Spring Court, if I had remained broken for decades, centuries… until I learned to quietly direct those shards of pain outward, learned to savor the pain of others.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury

“...We're too powerful, and too bored with immortality, to be checked by anything else.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Thorns and Roses