When you spend so long trapped in darkness, you find that the darkness begins to stare back.
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.
Come on, Feyre. We don’t bite. Unless you ask us to.
You're still lovely, Mor said a bit gently.
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.
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.
And he will never know what it is to look up at the night sky and wish.
Males are horrible creatures, aren’t they?
Many atrocities, have been done in the name of the greater good.
My mate. Death incarnate. Night triumphant.
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.