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b4e5812 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. acomaf rhysand feyre mate Sarah J. Maas
e447d92 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. rhysand Sarah J. Maas
04d3da3 "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." heart rhysand feyre rhys pity Sarah J. Maas
29f75b7 And so Tamlin unwittingly led the High Lady of the Night Court into the heart of his territory. high-lady night-court rhysand tamlin Sarah J. Maas
dbbde10 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. love acomaf rhysand feyre mate Sarah J. Maas
c4ca40a "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." amren feyre-archeron azriel elain cassian nesta mor sarah-j-maas rhysand morrigan rhys Sarah J. Maas
18c9cb6 Night Triumphant- and the Stars Eternal. rhysand night Sarah J. Maas
a68f35e His first words to me-- not a lie at all, not a threat to keep those faeries away. rhysand feyre Sarah J. Maas
d74b20e Many atrocities, have been done in the name of the greater good. good acomaf rhysand Sarah J. Maas
c117917 I see all of you, Rhys. And there is not one part that I do not love with everything I am. yafantasy acowar rhysand feyre quotes Sarah J. Maas
788a020 "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." rhysand feyre shock rhys mystery 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." love huntress rhysand thief Sarah J. Maas
d8a3df5 "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." the-bargain rhysand rhys Sarah J. Maas
1ba4165 Kindness can thrive even amongst cruelty. sarah-j-maas acowar rhysand rhys Sarah J. Maas
3d8e0b4 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. ianthe azriel cassian rhysand feyre lucien rhys Sarah J. Maas
c03c480 "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." rhysand friendly rhys tired lonely Sarah J. Maas
c9ec9c2 "Say it," I gritted out. "The High Lord of the Night Court is your mate." love the-suriel feyrhys feysand rhysand spoilers mates 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." rhysand rhys not-alone Sarah J. Maas
a50ff18 "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." rhysand Sarah J. Maas
63fa4ee 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. night-court freyre high-fae high-lord rhysand rhys fae monsters Sarah J. Maas
c4d6940 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 fiction fantasy court-of-dreams rhysand new-adult rhys Sarah J. Maas
5827552 "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." -- rhysand Sarah J. Maas
088853c "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." rhysand feyre Sarah J. Maas
610ff46 "You didn't tell me this would happen." "You didn't ask. So how am I to blame?" freyre rhysand rhys Sarah J. Maas
8ee8d4b "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" funny rhysand flirting Sarah J. Maas
0ef2d63 "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." stop-crying freyre rhysand sassy rhys Sarah J. Maas
29d7d97 "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." pg466 rhysand Sarah J. Maas
907ff13 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. negotiations sixth-queen rhysand Sarah J. Maas
b8038d7 "Feyre!" someone roared. No, not someone - Rhysand." rhysand rhys Sarah J. Maas
ff53bf9 "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." the-bond freyre rhysand rhys Sarah J. Maas
332f2fd "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." acomaf rhysand feyre Sarah J. Maas
95ae3e9 "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." pg427 rhysand feyre 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." sarah-j-maas rhysand feyre new-adult-romance new-adult Sarah J. Maas
1adfb67 "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." kiss amarantha rhysand feyre tamlin rhys 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. 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. 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. rhysand feyre rhys 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." sarah-j-maas rhysand feyre new-adult-romance decisions 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?" the-night-court rhysand feyre tattoo rhys 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. " pg149 rhysand feyre Sarah J. Maas
a59a577 "His words were a lethal caress as he said, "Did you enjoy the sight of me kneeling before you?" love rhysand flirting Sarah J. Maas
a5f5206 I'm thinking it would be very easy to love you. And easier to call you my friend. 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. rhysand Sarah J. Maas
c50b4a5 "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." rhysand rhys glamour mind-control Sarah J. Maas
df67075 "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." high-fae rhysand tamlin rhys 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. fiction fantasy velaris rhysand feyre rhys 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. pg361 rhysand Sarah J. Maas
b84a53e "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." the-dance rhysand feyre lucien rhys 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." sarah-j-maas rhysand feyre new-adult-romance rescue Sarah J. Maas
ab52c3a Thus I became Rhysand's plaything, the harlot of Amarantha's whore. rhysand feyre rhys Sarah J. Maas
b07f9cb "Where are we going?" Rhy's smile widened into a grin. "To Velaris--the City of Starlight." pg130 rhysand Sarah J. Maas
70a7806 To the stars who listen-and the dreams that are answered azriel elain cassian nesta rhysand feyre tamlin morrigan lucien Sarah J. Maas
90c17c8 I love my people, and my family. Do not think I won't become a monster to keep them protected. court-of-mist-and-fury rhysand feyre monster 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. rhysand feyre rhys 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." pg516 rhysand 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." rhysand shocked rhys 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." rhysand tamlin the-one rhys stubborn 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." rhysand bond mate 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. love feysand rhysand rhys Sarah J. Maas
7ddcd5c I'd endure every second of it over again so I could find you. love feysand rhysand Sarah J. Maas
5f1cbbd "You dare glamour me?" he growled, his violet eyes burning as they bore into my own. Lucien just pressed me harder into the wall." violet-eyes rhysand lucien rhys glamour 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." mind-reading rhysand feyre rhys mind-control Sarah J. Maas
0e44371 "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." rhysand feyre rhys fight Sarah J. Maas
5324384 "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." -- the-night-court sjm sarah-j-maas a-court-of-thorns-and-roses acomaf acotar rhysand feyre rhys Sarah J. Maas
0fc9a8d "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." rhysand Sarah J. Maas
ec9d31c "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." rhysand Sarah J. Maas
10ab370 "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." rhysand Sarah J. Maas
ac99077 "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." jurian rhysand Sarah J. Maas
8794f9c 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. brutally-beautiful sarahjmaas rhysand retelling Sarah J. Maas
d91a10c "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." nightcourt rhysand Sarah J. Maas
404d26e "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." a-court-of-wings-and-ruin acotar acowar rhysand feyre rhys Sarah J. Maas
308a149 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. sarah-j-maas rhysand feyre tamlin new-adult-romance new-adult Sarah J. Maas
0a19b67 "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." rhysand tears Sarah J. Maas
722929b "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." funny a-court-of-thorns-and-roses rhysand feyre funny-quotes Sarah J. Maas
92be110 "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." rhysand mate Sarah J. Maas
db1b304 "I needed not to be dead when I agreed." "You needed not to be alone." sarah-j-maas rhysand feyre Sarah J. Maas
b047583 "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." feysand rhysand feyre i-can-t-even Sarah J. Maas
6ef71ce "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." high-fae high-lord rhysand feyre paint touch faerie Sarah J. Maas
5a9dc78 "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." rhysand mate Sarah J. Maas
18ab413 "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" deal high-fae high-lord rhysand feyre price faerie Sarah J. Maas
cec517f "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." love rhysand Sarah J. Maas
07f74d8 "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--" young-adult love rhysand feyre Sarah J. Maas
6b4f999 Her whore I might be, but not without my reasons. rhysand Sarah J. Maas
edb6ec2 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. rhysand Sarah J. Maas
ec23516 "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." risk rhysand feyre tamlin lucien hurt help oath name Sarah J. Maas
ea72928 Each of us has a beast roaming beneath our skin, roaring to get out. rhysand wings Sarah J. Maas
d79f823 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. acotar acowar rhysand Sarah J. Maas
4cc6ee2 "You can leave if you're just going to insult me." "But I'm so good at it." He flashed one of his grins." rhysand feyre Sarah J. Maas
c737295 "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." rage mad thoughts let-her-go high-lord rhysand tamlin intimate read-minds Sarah J. Maas
0b3ee4f I bet you'll be spitting on Death's face when she comes to claim you, too. rhysand Sarah J. Maas
50f1570 "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." feure sarah-j-maas rhysand Sarah J. Maas
f0bb944 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. young-adult love rhysand feyre Sarah J. Maas
4aab1ce "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." sarah-j-maas rhysand feyre Sarah J. Maas
37a600d 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. rhysand Sarah J. Maas
eb33dc8 "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." mind punish rhysand feyre kill Sarah J. Maas
ea9726e "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." -- mind-reading rhysand feyre tamlin private-thoughts rhys mind-control Sarah J. Maas
5d7403f So here we are, with the fate of our immortal world in the hands of an illiterate human. illiterare rhysand Sarah J. Maas
d3af221 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. young-adult love rhysand feyre Sarah J. Maas
d0480fa "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." young-adult love rhysand feyre Sarah J. Maas
c9c6a62 "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." rhysand Sarah J. Maas
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