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.
You're still lovely, Mor said a bit gently.
And he will never know what it is to look up at the night sky and wish.
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.
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.
I was not prey any longer, I decided as I eased up to that door.And I was not a mouse.I was a wolf.
Come on, Feyre. We don’t bite. Unless you ask us to.
Males are horrible creatures, aren’t they?
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.
Many atrocities, have been done in the name of the greater good.
My mate. Death incarnate. Night triumphant.
No one was my master— but I might be master of everything, if I wished. If I dared.
When you spend so long trapped in darkness, you find that the darkness begins to stare back.