When you spend so long trapped in darkness, you find that the darkness begins to stare back.
Azriel would likely love Mor until he was a whisper of darkness between the stars.
(n.) A fair or market.
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.
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.
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...
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...
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 needed not to be dead when I agreed.You needed not to be alone.
I love my people, and my family. Do not think I won't become a monster to keep them protected.
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...
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.
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.
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...
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...
I said to Lucien, low and quiet and as vicious as the talons that formed at the tips of my fingers, as vicious as the wondrous weight between my shoulder blades, When you spend so long trapped in dark...
I was as unburdened as a piece of dandelion fluff, and he was the wind that stirred me about the world.
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...