I read what I like.
I promise they are not dull, for I am not one inclined to sit through pages of nonsense and bloated speech, though perhaps you enjoy works and authors who think very highly of themselves.
I name you Elentiya, ‘Spirit That Could Not Be Broken.
I met those laughing, fierce hazel eyes. Cassian’s smile softened. Hello, Feyre. My throat tightened to the point of pain, and I threw my arms around his neck, embracing him tightly. I missed you, too...
I laid my hand flat on the table. I can eat, drink, fuck and fight just as well as I did before. Better, even. Cassian chocked on his water.
I hadn’t realized I was a villain in your narrative,
I felt, more than saw, my sister go still as he approached. Her throat bobbed. Are you just going to hold that chicken all night? Cassian asked me from the table. Scowling, I stomped toward him, plunk...
I didn’t know how long my sisters and I lay there together, just like we had once shared that carved bed in that dilapidated cottage. Then—back then, we had kicked and twisted and fought for any bit o...
I didn't wait for him to stretch out his hand before I went to him. And looking up into his face I said, I want to paint you. He gently lifted me into his arms. Nude would be best, he said in my ear.
I couldn’t help my blush. Especially as Rhys added, Tonight, I want you to wear that crown to bed. Only the crown. Scoundrel. Always. I
I couldn't get out; I couldn't get out; I couldn't get out.
I belong to NO ONE. But my heart belongs to you
I began shaking my head as if I could unsee it as Lucien and Tamlin stepped into the light.
I am yours, and you are mine.
I am the dark lord, who stole away the bride of spring. I am a demon, and a nightmare, and I will meet a bad end. He is the golden prince--the hero who will get to keep you as his reward for not dying...
He’d almost told the princess that she could keep Hellas’s Horse, but there was something to be said about the prospect of charging down Morath foot soldiers atop a horse named Butterfly.
Here's a lesson for you Weapons Master, she said, stalking past him. Give me real men to fight. Then maybe I'll bother trying.
Her people. Her people, waiting for ten years, but no longer.
He wouldn't let his servants change the sheets on his bed because they still smelled like her, because he went to sleep dreaming that she was still lying beside him.
He would see that world reborn, even if it took his last breath. Even if he had no name now, no position or title save Oath-Breaker, Traitor, Liar.