You're still lovely, Mor said a bit gently.
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.
We're all broken, Mor said. In our own ways - in places no one might see.
You do not fear. You do not falter. You do not yield.
Kindness can thrive even amongst cruelty.
I see all of you, Rhys. And there is not one part that I do not love with everything I am.
Perhaps Nesta will take up the blood-drinking habit, too. I certainly believe her threat to rip out my throat. Maybe she'll enjoy the taste.
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,...