For him, I had done this-for him I'd gladly wrecked myself and my immortal soul. And now I had an eternity to live with it.
So is this what you do with your lives? Spare humans from the Treaty and have fine meals? I gave a pointed glance toward Tamlin’s baldric, the warrior’s clothes, Lucien’s sword.Lucien smirked. We also...
(n.) A fair or market.
I once lived in a place where the opinion of others mattered. It suffocated me, nearly broke me. So you’ll understand me, Feyre, when I say that I know what you feel, and I know what they tried to do...
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.
God afternoon, I said cheerfully, with an especially saccharine smile for the High Lord. He blinked at me, and both of the faerie men murmured their greetings as I took a seat across from Lucien, not...
No one was my master— but I might be master of everything, if I wished. If I dared.
It was easier to not have to explain, anyway. To not have to tell him that though I'd freed him, saved his people and all of Prythian from Amarantha... I'd broken myself apart. And I didn't think eve...
I love my people, and my family. Do not think I won't become a monster to keep them protected.
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 ent...
If Feyre can't be bothered to listen to orders, then I can't be held accountable for the consequences.Accountable? I sputtered, placing my hands flat on the table. You cornered me in the hall like a w...
I glanced at my mate- the male who had always presented me with a choice not as a gift, but as my own gods-given right.
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...
I needed not to be dead when I agreed.You needed not to be alone.
Feyre, he said--softly enough that I faced him again. Why? He tilted his head to the side. You dislike our kind on a good day. And after Andras . . . Even in the darkened hallway, his usual bright eye...
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.
I was as unburdened as a piece of dandelion fluff, and he was the wind that stirred me about the world.
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...
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 - tho...
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 kic...
Thus I became Rhysand's plaything, the harlot of Amarantha's whore.