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63fa4ee
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Because all the monsters have been let out of their cages tonight, no matter what court they belong to. So I may roam wherever I wish until the dawn.
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night-court
freyre
high-fae
high-lord
rhysand
rhys
fae
monsters
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Sarah J. Maas |
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610ff46
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"You didn't tell me this would happen." "You didn't ask. So how am I to blame?"
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freyre
rhysand
rhys
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Sarah J. Maas |
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0ef2d63
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"The walls weren't moving, and the room was open - gaping. No colors, but shades of darkness, of night . Only those star-flecked violet eyes were bright, full of color and light. He gave me a lazy smile before he leaned forward. I pulled away, but his hands were like shackles. I could do nothing as his mouth met with my cheek, and he licked away a tear. His tongue was hot against my skin, so startling that I couldn't move as he licked away another path of salt water, and then another. My body went taut and loose all at once and I burned, even as chills shuddered along my limbs. It was only when his tongue danced along the damp edges of my lashes that I jerked back. He chuckled as I scrambled for the corner of the cell. I wiped my face as I glared at him. He smirked, sitting down against a wall. "I figured that would get you to stop crying." "It was disgusting." I wiped my face again. "Was it?" He quirked an eyebrow and pointed to his palm - to the place where my tattoo would be. "Beneath all your pride and stubbornness, I could have sworn I detected something that felt differently. Interesting." "Get out." "As usual, your gratitude is overwhelming."
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stop-crying
freyre
rhysand
sassy
rhys
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Sarah J. Maas |
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ff53bf9
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"Her magic sent him sprawling, and it then hurled into Rhysand again - so hard that his head cracked against the stones and the knife dropped from his splayed fingers. No one made a move to help him, and she struck him once more with her power. The red marble splintered where he hit it, spiderwebbing toward me. With wave after wave she hit him. Rhys groaned. "Stop," I breathed, blood filling my mouth as I strained a hand to reach her feet. "Please." Rhys's arms buckled as he fought to rise, and blood dripped from his nose, splattering on the marble. His eyes met mine. The bond between us went taut. I flashed between my body and his, seeing myself through his eyes, bleeding and broken and sobbing. I snapped back into my own mind as Amarantha turned to me again. "Stop? Stop? Don't pretend you care, human," she crooned, and curled her finger. I arched my back, my spine straining to the point of cracking, and Rhysand bellowed my name as I lost my grip on the room."
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the-bond
freyre
rhysand
rhys
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Sarah J. Maas |
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6240960
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In saving Tamlin, I was to damn myself.
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freyre
tamlin
salvation
guilty
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Sarah J. Maas |
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2891f74
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"Lucien studied the wine in his goblet. "You don't hold on to power by being everyone's friend. And among the faeries, lesser and High Fae alike, a firm hand is needed. We're too powerful, and too bored with immortality, to be checked by anything else."
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immortality
freyre
high-fae
lucien
powerful
power
faeries
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Sarah J. Maas |
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f546b4a
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To listen to what I'd heard - as if I'd already learned everything I needed.
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freyre
listening
knowledge
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Sarah J. Maas |