b4e5812
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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.
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acomaf
rhysand
feyre
mate
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Sarah J. Maas |
e447d92
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She is my mate. And my spy,' I said too quietly. 'And she is the High Lady of the Night Court.' 'What?' Mor whsipered. I caressed a mental finger down that bond now hidden deep, deep within us, and said, 'If they had removed her other glove, they would have seen a second tatoo on her right arm. The twin to the other. Inked last night, when we crept out, found a priestess, and I swore her in as my High Lady.' (...) 'Not consort, not wife. Feyre is High Lady of the Night Court.' My equal in every way; she would wear my crown, sit on a throne beside mine. Never sidelined, never designated to breeding and parties and child rearing. My queen.
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rhysand
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Sarah J. Maas |
04d3da3
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"Rhysand stared at me for long enough that I faced him. "Be glad of your human heart, Feyre. Pity those who don't feel anything at all."
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heart
rhysand
feyre
rhys
pity
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Sarah J. Maas |
29f75b7
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And so Tamlin unwittingly led the High Lady of the Night Court into the heart of his territory.
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high-lady
night-court
rhysand
tamlin
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Sarah J. Maas |
dbbde10
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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.
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love
acomaf
rhysand
feyre
mate
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Sarah J. Maas |
c4ca40a
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"I believe everything happens for a reason. Whether it is decided by the Mother, or the Cauldron, or some sort of tapestry of Fate, I don't know. I don't really care. But I am grateful for it, whatever it is. Grateful that it brought you all into my life. If it hadn't... I might have become as awful as that prick we're going to face today. If I had not met an Illyrian warrior-in-training," he said to Cassian, "I would not have known the true depths of strength, of resilience, of honor and loyalty." Cassian's eyes gleamed bright. Rhys said to Azriel, "If I had not met a shadowsinger, I would not have known that it is the family you make, not the one you are born into, that matters. I would not have known what it is to truly hope, even when the world tells you to despair." Azriel bowed his head in thanks. Mor was already crying when Rhys spoke to her. "If I had not met my cousin, I would neer have learned that light can be found in even the darkest of hells. That kidness can thrive even amongst cruelty." She wiped away her teas as she nodded. I waited for Amren to offer a retort. But she was only waiting. Rhys bowed his head to her. "If I had not met a tiny monster who hoards jewels more fiercely than a firedrake..." A quite laugh from all of us at that. Rhys smiled softly. "My own power would have consumed me long ago." Rhys squeezed my hand as he looked to me at last. "And if I had not met my mate..." His words failed him as silver lined his eyes. He said down the bond, He wiped away the tears sliding down my face. "I believe that everything happened, exactly the way it had to... so I could find you." He kissed another tear away."
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amren
feyre-archeron
azriel
elain
cassian
nesta
mor
sarah-j-maas
rhysand
morrigan
rhys
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Sarah J. Maas |
18c9cb6
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Night Triumphant- and the Stars Eternal.
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rhysand
night
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Sarah J. Maas |
a68f35e
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His first words to me-- not a lie at all, not a threat to keep those faeries away.
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rhysand
feyre
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Sarah J. Maas |
d74b20e
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Many atrocities, have been done in the name of the greater good.
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good
acomaf
rhysand
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Sarah J. Maas |
c117917
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I see all of you, Rhys. And there is not one part that I do not love with everything I am.
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yafantasy
acowar
rhysand
feyre
quotes
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Sarah J. Maas |
788a020
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"Well, good-bye for now," he said, rolling his neck as if we hadn't been talking about anything important at all. He bowed at the waist, those wings vanishing entirely, and had begun to fade into the nearest shadow when he went rigid. His eyes locked on mine wide and wild, and his nostrils flared. Shock--pure shock flashed across his features at whatever he saw on my face, and he stumbled back a step. Actually stumbled. "What is--" I began. He disappeared--simply disappeared, not a shadow in sight--into the crisp air."
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rhysand
feyre
shock
rhys
mystery
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Sarah J. Maas |
bbadcb9
|
"So I'm your huntress and thief?" His hands slid down to cup the backs of my knees as he said with a roguish grin, "You are my salvation, Feyre."
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love
huntress
rhysand
thief
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Sarah J. Maas |
d8a3df5
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"When you healed my arm...You didn't need to bargain with me. You could have demanded every single week of the year." My brows knit together as he turned, already half-consumed by the dark. "Every single week, and I would have said yes." It wasn't entirely a question, but I needed the answer. A half smile appeared on his sensuous lips. "I know," he said, and vanished."
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the-bargain
rhysand
rhys
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Sarah J. Maas |
1ba4165
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Kindness can thrive even amongst cruelty.
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sarah-j-maas
acowar
rhysand
rhys
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Sarah J. Maas |
3d8e0b4
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Lucien had been prepared to take me against my will. Fae males were territorial, dominant, arrogant--but the ones in the Spring Court ... something had festered in their training. Because I knew--deep in my bones--that Cassian might push and test my limits, but the moment I said no, he'd back off. And I knew that if ... that if I had been wasting away and Rhys had done nothing to stop it, Cassian or Azriel would have pulled me out. They would have taken me somewhere--wherever I needed to be--and dealt with Rhys later. But Rhys ... Rhys would never have not seen what was happening to me; would never have been so misguided and arrogant and self-absorbed. He'd known what Ianthe was from the moment he met her. And he'd understood what it was like to be a prisoner, and helpless, and to struggle--every day--with the horrors of both.
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ianthe
azriel
cassian
rhysand
feyre
lucien
rhys
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Sarah J. Maas |
c03c480
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"His tunic was unbuttoned at the top, and he ran a hand through his blue-black hair before he wordlessly slumped against the wall across from me and slid to the floor. "What do you want?" I demanded. "A moment of peace and quiet," he snapped, rubbing his temples. I paused. "From what?" He massaged his pale skin, making the corners of his eyes go up and down, out and in. He sighed. "From this mess." I sat up farther on my pallet of the hay. I'd never seen him so candid. "That damned bitch is running me ragged," he went on, and dropped his hands from his temples to lean his head against the wall. "You hate me. Imagine how you'd feel if I made you serve in my bedroom. I'm High Lord of the Night Court - not her harlot." So the slurs were true. And I could imagine very easily how much I would hate him - what it would do to me - to be enslaved to someone like that. "Why are you telling me this?" The swagger and nastiness were gone. "Because I'm tired and lonely, and you're the only person I can talk to without putting myself at risk." He let out a low laugh. "How absurd: a High Lord of Prythian and a - " "You can leave if you're just going to insult me." "But I'm so good at it". He flashed one of his grins. I glared at him, but he sighted. "One wrong move tomorrow, Freyre, and we're all doomed."
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rhysand
friendly
rhys
tired
lonely
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Sarah J. Maas |
c9ec9c2
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"Say it," I gritted out. "The High Lord of the Night Court is your mate."
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love
the-suriel
feyrhys
feysand
rhysand
spoilers
mates
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Sarah J. Maas |
80b8cfc
|
"I stared at the nose I'd seen bleeding only hours before, the violet eyes that had been so filled with pain. "Why?" I asked. He knew what I meant, and shrugged. "Because when the legends get written, I didn't want to be remembered for standing on the sidelines. I want my future offspring to know that I was there, and that I fought against her at the end, even if I couldn't do anything useful." I blinked, this time not at the brightness of the sun. "Because," he went on, his eyes locked with mine, "I didn't want you to fight alone. Or die alone." And for a moment, I remembered that faerie who had died in our foyer, and how I'd told Tamlin the same thing. "Thank you," I said, my throat tight. Rhys flashed a grin that didn't quite reach his eyes. " I doubt you'll be saying that when I take you to the Night Court."
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rhysand
rhys
not-alone
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Sarah J. Maas |
a50ff18
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"Don't you--you don't want your own space?" "No," he said baldly. "Unless you do. I need you protecting me from our enemies with your water-wolves."
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rhysand
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Sarah J. Maas |
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 |
c4d6940
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The great joy and honour of my life has been to know you. To call you my family. And I am grateful - more than I can possibly say - that I was given this time with you all
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fiction
fantasy
court-of-dreams
rhysand
new-adult
rhys
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Sarah J. Maas |
5827552
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"I turned. "I was asking about Jurian, the king, the queens, and the Cauldron, but I'm glad to know I have so many options where our relationship stands. And that you'll do whatever I want. I must have you wrapped completely around my finger." His eyes danced with feline amusement. "Cruel, beautiful thing." --
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rhysand
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Sarah J. Maas |
088853c
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"I sipped from my wine. "And if he had grabbed me?" There was nothing but uncompromising will in his eyes. "Then I would have torn apart the world to get you back."
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rhysand
feyre
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Sarah J. Maas |
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 |
8ee8d4b
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"A snap of Rhys's fingers, and my nightclothes--and some flimsy underthings--appeared on the bed. "I couldn't decide which scrap of lace I wanted you to wear, so I brought you a few to choose from." "Pig," I barked"
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funny
rhysand
flirting
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Sarah J. Maas |
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 |
29d7d97
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"He tugged on the hood, and I savored the shadows and menace and wings. . That's what I'd call the painting. He said softly, "I love it when you look at me like that." The purr in his voice heated my blood. "Like what?" "Like my power isn't something to run from. Like you see me."
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pg466
rhysand
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Sarah J. Maas |
907ff13
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Rhys flipped back the lid. A note lay atop the golden metal of the book. I read your letter. About the woman you love. I believe you. And I believe in peace. I believe in a better world. If anyone asks, you stole this during the meeting. Do not trust the others. The sixth queen was not ill.
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negotiations
sixth-queen
rhysand
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Sarah J. Maas |
b8038d7
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"Feyre!" someone roared. No, not someone - Rhysand."
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rhysand
rhys
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Sarah J. Maas |
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 |
332f2fd
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"But I forgot to tell him," I said quietly, opening the door, "that the villain is usually the person who locks up the maiden and throws away the key."
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acomaf
rhysand
feyre
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Sarah J. Maas |
95ae3e9
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"So I said, "He is lucky to have all of you." "No," she said softly--more gently than I'd ever heard. " are lucky to have him, Feyre." I turned from the door. "I have known many High Lord," Amren continued, studying her paper. "Cruel ones, cunning ones, weak ones, powerful ones. But never one that dreamed. Not as he does." "Dreams of what?" I breathed. "Of peace. Of freedom. Of a world united, a world thriving, Of something better--for all of us."
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pg427
rhysand
feyre
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Sarah J. Maas |
4053db8
|
"Rhys gave no warning as he gripped my arm, snarling softly, and tore off my glove. His touch was like a brand, and I flinched, yielding a step, but he held firm until he'd gotten both gloves off. " I heard you begging someone, anyone, to rescue you, to get you out. I heard you say no." "I didn't say anything." He turned my bare hand over, his hold tightening as he examined the eye he'd tattooed. He tapped the pupil. Once. Twice. " I heard it loud and clear."
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sarah-j-maas
rhysand
feyre
new-adult-romance
new-adult
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Sarah J. Maas |
1adfb67
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"What do you care?" I barked, and his grip tightened enough on my wrists that I knew my bones would snap with a little more pressure. "What do I care?" he breathed, wrath twisting his features. Wings - those membranous, glorious wings - flared from his back, crafted from the shadows behind him. "What do I care?" But before he could go on, his head snapped to the door, then back to my face. The wings vanished as quickly as they had appeared, and then his lips were crushing into mine. His tongue pried my mouth open, forcing himself into me, into the space where I could still taste Tamlin. I pushed and trashed, but he held firm, his tongue sweeping over the roof of my mouth, against my teeth, claiming me - The door was flung wide, and Amarantha's curved figure filled its space. Tamlin - Tamlin was beside her, his eyes slightly wide, shoulders tight as Rhys's lips still crushed mine. Amarantha laughed, and a mask of stone slammed down on Tamlin's face. void of feeling, void of anything vaguely like the Tamlin I'd been tangled up with moments before."
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kiss
amarantha
rhysand
feyre
tamlin
rhys
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Sarah J. Maas |
cee87ec
|
Regardless of his motives or his methods, Rhysand was keeping me alive. And had done so even before I set foot Under the Mountain.
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keep-alive
rhysand
rhys
|
Sarah J. Maas |
865eb09
|
It took me a long while to realize that Rhysand, whether he knew it or not, had effectively kept me from shattering completely.
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love
rhysand
rhys
|
Sarah J. Maas |
365073a
|
Rhysand yelled my name again - yelled it as though he cared. I blacked out, but she brought me back, ensuring that I felt everything ensuring that I screamed every time a bone broke.
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rhysand
feyre
rhys
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Sarah J. Maas |
8343ddc
|
"Was I interrupting? I thought it was over." Rhys gave me a smile dripping with venom. He knew-through that bond, through whatever magic was between us, he'd known I was about to say no. "At least Feyre seemed to think so."
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sarah-j-maas
rhysand
feyre
new-adult-romance
decisions
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Sarah J. Maas |
0dec402
|
"What have you done to me?" Rhysand stood, running a hand through his short, dark hair. It's custom in my court for bargains to be permanently marked upon flesh." I rubbed my left forearm and hand, the entirety of which was now covered in swirls and whorls of black ink. Even my fingers weren't spared, and a large eye was tattooed in the center of my palm. It was feline, and its slitted pupil stared right back me. "Make it go away," I said, and he laughed. "You humans are truly grateful creatures, aren't you?"
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the-night-court
rhysand
feyre
tattoo
rhys
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Sarah J. Maas |
c81af06
|
"I waited for the fear to hit; waited for my body to shriek to find a way to get out of this dinner, but ... nothing. Maybe it'd be a mercy to be ended-- A broad hand gripped my face--gently enough not to hurt, but hard enough to make me look at him. "Don't you think that," Rhysand hissed, his eyes livid. "
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pg149
rhysand
feyre
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Sarah J. Maas |
a59a577
|
"His words were a lethal caress as he said, "Did you enjoy the sight of me kneeling before you?"
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love
rhysand
flirting
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Sarah J. Maas |
a5f5206
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I'm thinking it would be very easy to love you. And easier to call you my friend.
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true-love
friendship
rhysand
|
Sarah J. Maas |
e2d717b
|
But I hadn't felt like Rhysand's enemy the last time I'd spoken to him, in the hours after Amarantha's defeat. I'd told no one about that meeting, what he'd said to me, what I'd confessed to him.
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rhysand
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Sarah J. Maas |
c50b4a5
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"They grabbed for me, but he bared his teeth in a smile that was anything but friendly - and they halted. "No more household chores, no more tasks," he said, his voice an erotic caress. Their yellow eyes went glazed and dull, their sharp teeth gleaming as their mouths slackened. "Tell the others, too. Stay out of her cell, and don't touch her. If you do, you're to take your own daggers and gut yourselves. Understood?" Dazed, numb nods, then they blinked and straightened. I hid my trembling. Glamour, mind control - whatever it was he had done, it worked. They beckoned - but didn't dare touch me. Rhysand smiled. "You're welcome," he purred as I walked out."
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rhysand
rhys
glamour
mind-control
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Sarah J. Maas |
df67075
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"He chuckled. Even as he said my most private thoughts, even as I burned with outrage and shame, I trembled at the grip still on my mind. Rhysand turned to the High Lord. "I'm curious: Why did she wonder if it would feel good to have you bite her breast the way you bit her neck?" "Let. Her. Go." Tamlin's face was twisted with such feral rage that it struck a different, deeper chord of terror in me. "If it's any consolation," Rhysand confided to him, "she would have been the one for you - and you might have gotten away with it. A bit late, though. She's more stubborn than you are."
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high-fae
rhysand
tamlin
rhys
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Sarah J. Maas |
4c2be6c
|
Why does anything cling to something? Maybe they love wherever they're going so much that it's worth it. Maybe they'll keep coming back, until there's only one star left. Maybe that one star will make the trip forever, out of the hope that someday--if it keeps coming back often enough--another star will find it again.
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fiction
fantasy
velaris
rhysand
feyre
rhys
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Sarah J. Maas |
e21f8f7
|
I inclined my head slightly, and lowered my shield only long enough to say down the bond: A heartbeat later a sensual caress trailed along my mental shields--a polite request. I let it drop, let him in, and his voice filled my head.
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pg361
rhysand
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Sarah J. Maas |
b84a53e
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"What - what was I doing the whole time?" So much for Alis's warning. Lucien let out a sharp breath, running a hand through his red hair. "He had you dance for him for most of the night. And when you weren't dancing, you were sitting in his lap." "What kind of dancing?" I pushed. "Not the kind you were doing with Tamlin on Solstice," Lucien said, and my face heated. From the murkiness of my memories of last night, I recalled the closeness of a certain pair of violet eyes - eyes that sparkled with mischief as they beheld me. "In front of everyone?" "Yes," Lucien replied - more gently than I'd heard him speak to me before."
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the-dance
rhysand
feyre
lucien
rhys
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Sarah J. Maas |
937c25f
|
"He stalked closer, his movements feline, those violet eyes turning subdued-lethal. "You're welcome, you know." "For saving you when asked." I stiffened. " I didn't ask for anything."
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sarah-j-maas
rhysand
feyre
new-adult-romance
rescue
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Sarah J. Maas |
ab52c3a
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Thus I became Rhysand's plaything, the harlot of Amarantha's whore.
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rhysand
feyre
rhys
|
Sarah J. Maas |
70a7806
|
To the stars who listen-and the dreams that are answered
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azriel
elain
cassian
nesta
rhysand
feyre
tamlin
morrigan
lucien
|
Sarah J. Maas |
b07f9cb
|
"Where are we going?" Rhy's smile widened into a grin. "To Velaris--the City of Starlight."
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pg130
rhysand
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Sarah J. Maas |
90c17c8
|
I love my people, and my family. Do not think I won't become a monster to keep them protected.
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court-of-mist-and-fury
rhysand
feyre
monster
|
Sarah J. Maas |
f2a877c
|
"He studied the threshold to the bedroom hallway. "Azriel, Mor, Amren, and Cassian," he said, marking the eyes I'd painted. "You do know that one of them is going to paint a moustache under the eyes of whoever pisses them off that day." I clamped my lips to keep the smile in. "Oh, Mor already promised to do that."
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pg516
rhysand
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Sarah J. Maas |
54796fd
|
Rhys casually released me with a flick of his tongue over my bottom lip as a crowd of High Fae appeared behind Amarantha and chimed in with her laughter. Rhysand gave them a lazy, self-indulgent grin and bowed. But something sparked in the queen's eyes as she looked at Rhysand. Amarantha's whore, they'd called him.
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rhysand
feyre
rhys
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Sarah J. Maas |
892c999
|
"Well, good-bye for now," he said, rolling his neck as if we hadn't been talking about anything important at all. He bowed at the waist, those wings vanishing entirely, and had begun to fade into the nearest shadow when he went rigid. His eyes locked on mine, wide and wild, and his nostrils flared. Shock - pure shock flashed across his features at whatever he saw on my face, and he stumbled back a step. Actually stumbled. "What is -" I began. He disappeared - simply disappeared, not a shadow in sight - into the crisp air."
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rhysand
shocked
rhys
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Sarah J. Maas |
bf5b67e
|
"If it's any consolation," Rhysand confided to him, "she would have been the one for you - and you might have gotten away with it. A bit late, though. She's more stubborn than you are."
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rhysand
tamlin
the-one
rhys
stubborn
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Sarah J. Maas |
0f6bf31
|
If he hadn't been kissing me, if he hadn't shown up and interrupted us, I would have gone out into that throne room covered in smudged paint. And everyone--especially Amarantha--would have known what I'd been up to. It wouldn't have taken much to figure out whom I'd been with, especially not once they saw the paint on Tamlin. I didn't want to consider what the punishment might have been. Regardless of his motives or his methods, Rhysand was keeping me alive. And had done so even before I set foot Under the Mountain.
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love
feysand
rhysand
rhys
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Sarah J. Maas |
7ddcd5c
|
I'd endure every second of it over again so I could find you.
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love
feysand
rhysand
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Sarah J. Maas |
53a6626
|
"Rhys straightened. "You'd- make me food?" "Heat," I said. "I can't cook." It didn't seem to make a difference. But whatever it was, the act of offering him food... I dumped some cold soup into a pan and lit the burner. "I don't know the rules," I said, my back to him. "So you need to explain them to me." He lingered in the center of the cabin, watching my every move. He said hoarsely, "It's an... important moment when a female offers her mate food. It goes back to whatever beats we were a long, long time ago. But it still matters. The first time matters. Some mated pairs will make an occasion of it- throwing a party just so the female can formally offer mate food... That's usually done amongst the wealthy. But it means that the female... accepts the bond." I stared into the soup. "Tell me the story- tell me everything." He understood my offer: tell me while I cooked, and I'd decide at the end whether or not to offer him that food."
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rhysand
bond
mate
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Sarah J. Maas |
8e8097c
|
"I'd forgotten that human minds are easy to shatter as eggshells," Rhysand said, and ran a finger across the base of my throat. I shuddered, my eyes burning. "Look at how delightful she is - look how she's trying not to cry out in terror. It would be quick, I promise."
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mind-reading
rhysand
feyre
rhys
mind-control
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Sarah J. Maas |
0e44371
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"Faeries began calling foul play, demanding Tamlin be released from the curse, calling her a liar. Through the haze, I saw Rhysand crouching by Tamlin. Not to help him, but to grab the- "You are all pigs - all scheming, filthy pigs." Then Rhysand was on his feet, my bloody knife in his hands. He launched himself at Amarantha, swift as a shadow, the ash dagger aimed at her throat. She lifted a hand - not even bothering to look - and he was blasted back by a wall of white light. But the pain paused for a second, long enough for me to see him hit the ground and rise again and lunge for her - with hands that now ended in talons. He slammed into the invisible wall Amarantha had raised around herself, and my pain flickered as she turned to him. "You traitorous piece of filth," she seethed at Rhysand. "You're just as bad as the human beasts." One by one, as if a hand were shoving them in, his talons pushed back into his skin, leaving blood in their wake. He swore, low and vicious. "You were planning this all along."
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feyre
rhys
fight
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"You dare glamour me?" he growled, his violet eyes burning as they bore into my own. Lucien just pressed me harder into the wall."
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violet-eyes
rhysand
lucien
rhys
glamour
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Sarah J. Maas |
5324384
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"I frowned at the eye in my palm. "What, literally shout at the tattoo?" "You could try rubbing it on certain body areas and I might come faster." --
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the-night-court
sjm
sarah-j-maas
a-court-of-thorns-and-roses
acomaf
acotar
rhysand
feyre
rhys
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Sarah J. Maas |
0fc9a8d
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"Oh, you should have been born with my abilities, if only to have felt the rage that seeped from him." I didn't want to think much about his abilities. "Who's to say he won't splatter you as well?" "Perhaps he'll try- but I have a feeling he'll kill Amarantha first."
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rhysand
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Sarah J. Maas |
ec9d31c
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"What's it doing?" the green-faced faerie whined again. A deep, elegant voice replied this time. "She's building a trap." Rhysand. "But the Middengard--" "Relies on its scent to see," Rhysand answered, and I gave a special glower for him as I glanced at the rim of the trench and found him smiling at me. "And Feyre just became invisible." His violet eyes twinkled. I made an obscene gesture before I broke into a run, heading straight for the worm."
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rhysand
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"Because," he went on, his eyes locked with mine, "I didn't want you to fight alone. Or die alone." And for a moment, I remembered that faerie who had died in our foyer, and how I'd told Tamlin the same thing. "Thank you," I said, my throat tight."
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rhysand
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Sarah J. Maas |
ac99077
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"So Rhys went against orders, and marched in his whole legion to get Myriam out. For his friend, for my lover- and for that bastard Drakon's sake. Rhys sacrificed his legion in the process, got all of them captured and tortured afterward. Yet everyone insists Rhysand is soulless, wicked. But the male I knew was the most decent of them all. Better than that prick-prince. You don't lose that quality, no matter the centuries, and Rhys was too smart to do anything but have the vilification of his character be a calculated move. And yet here you are- his mate. The most powerful High Lord in the world lost his mate, and has not yet come to claim her, even when she is defenseless in the woods." Jurian Chuckled. "Perhaps that's because Rhysand has not lost you at all. But rather unleashed you upon us."
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jurian
rhysand
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Sarah J. Maas |
8794f9c
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His short black hair gleamed like a raven's feathers, off-setting his pale skin and blue eyes so deep they were violet, even in the firelight.
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brutally-beautiful
sarahjmaas
rhysand
retelling
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Sarah J. Maas |
d91a10c
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"I smelled jasmine first-then saw stars. A sea of stars flickering beyond glowing pillars of moonstone that framed the sweeping view of endless snowcapped mountains. "Welcome to the Night Court."
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nightcourt
rhysand
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Sarah J. Maas |
404d26e
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"I want to share this bed with you, though," I breathed. "I want you to hold me." Stars flickered to life in his eyes. "Always," he promised, kissing my brow, his wings now enveloping me completely. "Always."
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a-court-of-wings-and-ruin
acotar
acowar
rhysand
feyre
rhys
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Sarah J. Maas |
0a19b67
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"Rhys looked up, his face gleaming with tears. He went still as I leaned in, kissing away one tear. Then the other. As he had once kissed away mine. When my lips were wet and salty with them, I pulled back far enough to see his eyes. "You're mine," I breathed."
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rhysand
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Sarah J. Maas |
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It didn't excuse what he'd done. Even if he'd...saved me-I choked on the word-from having to refuse Tamlin. Having to explain.
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rhysand
feyre
tamlin
new-adult-romance
new-adult
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Sarah J. Maas |
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"Amren," Rhys drawled, "sends her regards. And as for this one ... " I tried not to flinch away from meeting his stare. "She's mine," he said quietly, but viciously enough that Devlon and his warriors nearby heard. "And if any of you lay a hand on her, you lose that hand. And then you lose your head." I tried not to shiver, as Cassian and Mor showed no reaction at all. "And once Feyre is done killing you," Rhys smirked, "then I'll grind your bones to dust."
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funny
a-court-of-thorns-and-roses
rhysand
feyre
funny-quotes
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Sarah J. Maas |
92be110
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"His laugh rumbled against me. Eyes closed, the wind roaring like a wild animal, I adjusted my position, gripping him tighter. My knuckles brushed one of his wings- smooth and cool like silk, but hard as stone with it stretched taut. Fascinating. I blindly reached again... and dared to run a fingertip along some inner edge. Rhysand shuddered, a soft groan slipping past my ear. "That," he said tightly, "is very sensitive". I snatched my finger back, pulling away far enough to see his face. With the wind, I had to squint, and my braided hair ripped this way and that, but- he was entirely focused on the montains around us. "Does it tickle?" He flicked his gaze to me, then on the snow and pine that went on forever. "It feels like this," he said, and learned in so close that his lips brushed the shell of my ear as he sent a gentle breath into it. My back arched on instinct, my chin tipping up at the carees of that breath. "Oh", I managed to say. I felt him smile against my ear and pull away."
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rhysand
mate
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Sarah J. Maas |
db1b304
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"I needed not to be dead when I agreed." "You needed not to be alone."
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sarah-j-maas
rhysand
feyre
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Sarah J. Maas |
b047583
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"Because what if you did let someone in? And what if they saw everything, and still walked away? Who could blame them--who would want to bother with that sort of mess?" He flinched. The most powerful High Lord in history flinched."
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feysand
rhysand
feyre
i-can-t-even
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Sarah J. Maas |
6ef71ce
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"Is this necessary?" I said, gesturing to the paint and clothing. "Of course," he said coolly. "How else would I know if anyone touches you?" He approached, and I braced myself as he ran a finger along my shoulder, smearing the paint. As soon as his finger left my skin, the paint fixed itself, returning the design to its original form. "The dress itself won't mar it, and neither will your movements," he said, his face close to mine. His teeth were far too near to my throat. "And I'll remember precisely where my hands have been. But if anyone else touches you--let's say a certain High Lord who enjoys springtime--I'll know." He flicked my nose. "And, Feyre," he added, his voice a caressing murmur, "I don't like my belongings tampered with."
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high-fae
high-lord
rhysand
feyre
paint
touch
faerie
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Sarah J. Maas |
5a9dc78
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"Maybe you should...go." "Why? You seemed so insistent that I train you." "I can't concentrate with you around," I admitted "And go... far. I can feel you from a room away." A suggestive curve shaped his lips."
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rhysand
mate
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Sarah J. Maas |
18ab413
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"Wait," I repeated. The darkness vanished, leaving Rhysand in his solid form as he grinned. "Yes?" I raised my chin as high as I could manage. "Just two weeks?" "Just two weeks," he purred, and knelt before me. "Two teensy, tiny weeks with me every month is all I ask." "Why? And what are to ... to be the terms?" I said, fighting past the dizziness. "Ah," he said, adjusting the lapel of his obsidian tunic. "If I told you those things, there'd be no fun in it, would there?" I looked at my ruined arm. Lucien might never come, might decide I wasn't worth risking his life any further, not now that he'd been punished for it. And if Amarantha's healers cut off my arm ... Nesta would have done the same for me, for Elain. And Tamlin had done so much for me, for my family; even if he had lied about the Treaty, about sparing me from its terms, he'd still saved my life that day against the naga, and saved it again by sending me away from the manor. I couldn't think entirely of the enormity of what I was about to give--or else I might refuse again. I met Rhysand's gaze. "Five days." "You're going to bargain?" Rhysand laughed under his breath. "Ten days." I held his stare with all my strength. "A week." Rhysand was silent for a long moment, his eyes traveling across my body and my face before he murmured: "A week it is." "Then it's a deal"
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deal
high-fae
high-lord
rhysand
feyre
price
faerie
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Sarah J. Maas |
cec517f
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"I want you to know," I whispered, "that I am broken and healing, but every piece of my heart belongs to you. And I am honored-- to be your mate."
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love
rhysand
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Sarah J. Maas |
07f74d8
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"He took my hand, interlacing our fingers. "We can make whatever rules we want. You have every right to question me, push me--both in private and in public." A snort. "Of course, if you decide to truly kick my ass, I might request that it's done behind closed doors so I don't have to suffer centuries of teasing, but--"
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young-adult
love
rhysand
feyre
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Sarah J. Maas |
6b4f999
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Her whore I might be, but not without my reasons.
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rhysand
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Sarah J. Maas |
edb6ec2
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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.
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rhysand
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Sarah J. Maas |
ec23516
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"He sighed and grabbed my left arm, examining the tattoo. "What were you thinking? Didn't you know I'd come as soon as I could?" I yanked my arm from him. "I was dying! I had a fever--I was barely able to keep conscious! How was I supposed to know you'd come? That you even understood how quickly humans can die of that sort of thing? You told me you hesitated that time with the naga." "I swore an oath to Tamlin--" "I had no other choice! You think I'm going to trust you after everything you said to me at the manor?" "I risked my neck for you during your task. Was that not enough?" His metal eye whirred softly. "You offered up your name for me--after all that I said to you, all I did, you still offered up your name. Didn't you realize I would help you after that? Oath or no oath?" I hadn't realized it would mean anything to him at all. "I had no other choice," I said again, breathing hard. "Don't you understand what Rhys is?" "I do!" I barked, then sighed. "I do," I repeated, and glared at the eye in my palm. "It's done with. So you needn't hold to whatever oath you swore to Tamlin to protect me--or feel like you owe me anything for saving you from Amarantha. I would have done it just to wipe the smirk off your brothers' faces." Lucien clicked his tongue, but his remaining russet eye shone. "I'm glad to see you didn't sell your lively human spirit or stubbornness to Rhys."
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risk
rhysand
feyre
tamlin
lucien
hurt
help
oath
name
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Sarah J. Maas |
ea72928
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Each of us has a beast roaming beneath our skin, roaring to get out.
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rhysand
wings
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Sarah J. Maas |
d79f823
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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.
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acotar
acowar
rhysand
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Sarah J. Maas |
4cc6ee2
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"You can leave if you're just going to insult me." "But I'm so good at it." He flashed one of his grins."
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rhysand
feyre
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Sarah J. Maas |
c737295
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"She has the most delicious thoughts about you, Tamlin," he said. "She's wondered about the feeling of your fingers on her thighs--between them, too." He chuckled. Even as he said my most private thoughts, even as I burned with outrage and shame, I trembled at the grip still on my mind. Rhysand turned to the High Lord. "I'm curious: Why did she wonder if it would feel good to have you bite her breast the way you bit her neck?" "Let. Her. Go." Tamlin's face was twisted with such feral rage that it struck a different, deeper chord of terror in me. "If it's any consolation," Rhysand confided to him, "she would have been the one for you--and you might have gotten away with it. A bit late, though. She's more stubborn than you are."
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rage
mad
thoughts
let-her-go
high-lord
rhysand
tamlin
intimate
read-minds
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Sarah J. Maas |
0b3ee4f
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I bet you'll be spitting on Death's face when she comes to claim you, too.
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rhysand
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Sarah J. Maas |
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"Give a shout down the bond if you get anything accomplished before breakfast." I frowned at the eye in my palm. "What--literally shout at the tattoo?" "You could try rubbing it on certain body parts and I might come faster." He vanished into nothing before I could hurl the candle at him."
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feure
sarah-j-maas
rhysand
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Sarah J. Maas |
f0bb944
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And though his face was calm, his shoulders thrown back, I said, I see all of you, Rhys. And there is not one part that I do not love with everything that I am. His hand squeezed mine in answer before he laid my fingers on his arm, raising it enough that we must have painted a rather courtly portrait as we entered the chamber. You bow to no one, was all he replied.
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young-adult
love
rhysand
feyre
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Sarah J. Maas |
4aab1ce
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"Why don't you just hide in one of those pocket-realms for a bit?" "It doesn't work like that. There's no air there." I gave him a look to say he should definitely do it then, and he laughed."
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sarah-j-maas
rhysand
feyre
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Sarah J. Maas |
37a600d
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He smiled for a heartbeat longer. I had never seen anyone so handsome-and never had so many warning bells pealed in my head because of it.
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rhysand
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Sarah J. Maas |
eb33dc8
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"But Amarantha rolled her eyes and slouched in her throne. "Shatter him, Rhysand." She flicked a hand at the High Lord of the Summer Court. "You may do what you want with the body afterward." The High Lord of the Summer Court bowed--as if he'd been given a gift--and looked to his subject, who had gone still and calm on the floor, hugging his knees. The male faerie was ready--relieved. Rhys slipped a hand out of his pocket, and it dangled at his side. I could have sworn phantom talons flickered there as his fingers curled slightly. "I'm growing bored, Rhysand," Amarantha said with a sigh, again fiddling with that bone. She hadn't looked at me once, too focused on her current prey. Rhysand's fingers curled into a fist. The faerie male's eyes went wide--then glazed as he slumped to the side in the puddle of his own waste. Blood leaked from his nose, from his ears, pooling on the floor. That fast--that easily, that irrevocably ... he was dead. "I said shatter his mind, not his brain," Amarantha snapped. The crowd murmured around me, stirring. I wanted nothing more than to fade back into it--to crawl back into my cell and burn this from my mind. Tamlin hadn't flinched--not a muscle. What horrors had he witnessed in his long life if this hadn't broken that distant expression, that control? Rhysand shrugged, his hand sliding back into his pocket. "Apologies, my queen." He turned away without being dismissed, and didn't look at me as he strode for the back of the throne room. I fell into step beside him, reining in my trembling, trying not to think about the body sprawled behind us, or about Clare--still nailed to the wall. The crowd stayed far, far back as we walked through it. "Whore," some of them softly hissed at him, out of her earshot; "Amarantha's whore." But many offered tentative, appreciative smiles and words--"Good that you killed him; good that you killed the traitor."
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mind
punish
rhysand
feyre
kill
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Sarah J. Maas |
ea9726e
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"Even as he said my most private thoughts, even as I burned with outrage and shame, I trembled at the grip still on my mind. Rhysand turned to the High Lord. "I'm curious: Why did she wonder if it would feel good to have you bite her breast the way you bit her neck?" "Let. Her. Go." Tamlin's face was twisted with such feral rage that it struck a different, deeper chord of terror in me." --
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mind-reading
rhysand
feyre
tamlin
private-thoughts
rhys
mind-control
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Sarah J. Maas |
5d7403f
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So here we are, with the fate of our immortal world in the hands of an illiterate human.
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illiterare
rhysand
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Sarah J. Maas |
d3af221
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I walked out of Rhys's touch--realizing he'd kept silent to let me sort it out. Let me figure out how to deal with both of them, as family, but mostly as their High Lady.
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young-adult
love
rhysand
feyre
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Sarah J. Maas |
d0480fa
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"So I laid a hand on his forearm, savoring the corded strength beneath, and nestled my head back against his chest. "I wish I had days to spend with you-- like this," I managed to say as my eyelids drooped. "Just me and you." "We will." He kissed my hair. "We will."
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young-adult
love
rhysand
feyre
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Sarah J. Maas |
c9c6a62
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"If I'd had the strength, I would have leaped on him and ripped him apart. "You're a disgusting bastard." "I'll have to ask Tamlin if this kind of flattery won his heart."
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rhysand
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Sarah J. Maas |