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“Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?”
― Mary Oliver

“I moaned then, tilting my head back to give him better access. His hands clamped on my waist, then moved—one going to cup my rear, the other sliding between us.
This—this moment, when it was him and me and nothing between our bodies …
His tongue scraped the roof of my mouth as he dragged a finger down the center of me, and I gasped, my back arching. “Feyre,” he said against my lips, my name like a prayer more devout than any Ianthe had offered up to the Cauldron on that dark solstice morning.
His tongue swept my mouth again, in time to the finger that he slipped inside of me. My hips undulated, demanding more, craving the fullness of him, and his growl reverberated in my chest as he added another finger.
I moved on him. Lightning lashed through my veins, and my focus narrowed to his fingers, his mouth, his body on mine. His palm pushed against the bundle of nerves at the apex of my thighs, and I groaned his name as I shattered”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury

“Evie stayed, however, the silence spinning out until it seemed that the pounding of his heart must be audible. “Do you want to know what I think, Sebastian?” she finally asked.
It took every particle of his will to keep his voice controlled. “Not particularly.”
“I think that if I leave this room, you’re going to ring that bell again. But no matter how many times you ring, or how often I come running, you’ll never bring yourself to tell me what you really want.”
Sebastian slitted his eyes open…a mistake. Her face was very close, her soft mouth only inches from his. “At the moment, all I want is some peace,” he grumbled. “So if you don’t mind—”
Her lips touched his, warm silk and sweetness, and he felt the dizzying brush of her tongue. A floodgate of desire opened, and he was drowning in undiluted pleasure, more powerful than anything he had known before. He lifted his hands as if to push her head away, but instead his trembling fingers curved around her skull, holding her to him. The fiery curls of her hair were compressed beneath his palms as he kissed her with ravenous urgency, his tongue searching the winsome delight of her mouth.
Sebastian was mortified to discover that he was gasping like an untried boy when Evie ended the kiss. Her lips were rosy and damp, her freckles gleaming like gold dust against the deep pink of her cheeks. “I also think,” she said unevenly, “that you’re going to lose our bet.”
Recalled to sanity by a flash of indignation, Sebastian scowled. “Do you think I’m in any condition to pursue other women? Unless you intend to bring someone to my bed, I’m hardly going to—”
“You’re not going to lose the bet by sleeping with another woman,” Evie said. There was a glitter of deviltry in her eyes as she reached up to the neckline of her gown and deliberately began to unfasten the row of buttons. Her hands trembled just a little. “You’re going to lose it with me.”
Sebastian watched incredulously as she stood and shed the dressing gown. She was naked, the tips of her breasts pointed and rosy in the cool air. She had lost weight, but her breasts were still round and lovely, and her hips still flared generously from the neat inward curves of her waist. As his gaze swept to the triangle of red hair between her thighs, a swell of acute lust rolled through him.
He sounded shaken, even to his own ears. “You can’t make me lose the bet. That’s cheating.”
“I never promised not to cheat,” Evie said cheerfully, shivering as she slipped beneath the covers with him.
“Damn it, I’m not going to cooperate. I—” His breath hissed between his teeth as he felt the tender length of her body press against his side, the springy brush of her private curls on his hip as she slid one of her legs between his. He jerked his head away as she tried to kiss him. “I can’t…Evie…” His mind searched cagily for a way to dissuade her. “I’m too weak.”
Ardent and determined, Evie grasped his head and turned his face to hers. “Poor darling,” she murmured, smiling. “Don’t worry. I’ll be gentle with you.”
“Evie,” he said hoarsely, aroused and infuriated and pleading, “I have to prove that I can last three months without—no, don’t do that. Damn you, Evie—”
― Lisa Kleypas, Devil in Winter

“I love you, Charlotte.” He took her face in his hands. “My heart calls your name.”
― Shonda Rhimes, Queen Charlotte

“We are women. And the men who hold our fates hardly conceive that we have desires and dreams of our own. If we are ever to live the lives we want, we have to make them conceive it. Our bravery, the force of our will, shall be their proof.”
― Julia Quinn, Queen Charlotte

“Do not get distracted. Do not linger. You are a warrior, and warriors know when to pick their fights.'
I nodded, our breath mingling.
Rhys growled. 'They took what is ours. And we do not allow those crimes to go unpunished.'
His power rippled and swirled around me.
'You do not fear,' Rhys breathed. 'You do not falter. You do not yield. You go in, you get her, and you come out again.'
I nodded again, holding his stare.
'Remember that you are a wolf. And you cannot be caged.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Wings and Ruin

“I am yours, and you are mine.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Wings and Ruin

“I belong to NO ONE. But my heart belongs to you”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Wings and Ruin

“But it was Azriel who said, his voice like cold death, “Be careful how you speak about my High Lady.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Wings and Ruin

“Azriel shrugged. “We—Rhys, Cass, and I—will occasionally remind each other that what we think to be our greatest weakness can sometimes be our biggest strength. And that the most unlikely person can alter the course of history.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Wings and Ruin

“Even as an immortal, there was not enough time in life to waste it on hatred.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Wings and Ruin

“Gently, he pulled my hands away from my face. Gently, he took my cheeks in his hands and brushed away my tears. I didn’t care that we had an audience as I lifted my head and beheld the joy and concern and love shining in those remarkable eyes. Neither did Rhys as he murmured, “My love,” and kissed me. I”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Wings and Ruin

“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 kick my ass, I might request that it’s done behind closed doors so I don’t have to suffer centuries of teasing, but—”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Wings and Ruin

“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, solitary nights with only the stars for company. A dream still unanswered—but not forever.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Wings and Ruin

“There's no such thing as a High Lady," one of Lucien's brothers spat.
A faint smile played on my mouth. "There is now."
And it was time for the world to know it.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Wings and Ruin

“Rhysand, the male who had always presented me with a choice not as a gift, but as my own gods-given right.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Wings and Ruin

“His throat bobbed. "I missed you. Every second, every breath. Not just this," he said, shifting his hips for emphasis and dragging a groan from deep in my throat, "but... talking to you. Laughing with you. I missed having you in my bed, but missed having you as my friend even more."
"Never again," I promised him, and whispered it over and over as the sunlight drifted across the floor.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Wings and Ruin

“You're my equal. And as much as that means we have each other's backs in public, it also means we that grant each other the gift of honesty - of truth.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Wings and Ruin

“I braced my hands on my hips, examining the drop, the trees, the lake beyond. "What did I do wrong?"

Azriel, who had been sharpening Truth-Teller in his lap, flicked his hazel eyes up to me. "Aside from the tree?”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Wings and Ruin

“My eyes burned, and I blinked as I faced the books. "And I suppose," I said with an effort at lightness, "That it's a miracle I can actually read these things."
Rhys's answering smile was lovely - and just a bit wicked. "I believe my little lessons helped."
"Yes, 'Rhys is the greatest lover a female can hope for' is undoubtedly how I learned to read."
"I was only trying to tell you what you now know.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Wings and Ruin

“The most unlikely person can alter the course of history.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Wings and Ruin

“This is Velaris,” I explained. “The City of Starlight.” His throat bobbed. “And you are High Lady of the Night Court.” “Indeed she is.” My blood stopped at the voice that drawled from behind me. At the scent that hit me, awoke me.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Wings and Ruin

“If I end my life defending those who need it most, then I will consider it a death well spent.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Wings and Ruin

“Long ago, when I looked up at the stars and wished, it was for someone like you to be in my life. I truly believe those stars listened, because getting to share this wild adventure with you has been a dream answered. I love you more than words can convey.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Wings and Ruin

“Lucien considered. “Can I offer my unsolicited advice?” Rhys smirked. “I think that’s the first time anyone at this table has ever asked such a thing.” Mor and Cassian now stuck out their tongues at him.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Wings and Ruin

“That pine tree wasn't there a moment ago.'

Azriel let out a quiet laugh from where he sat atop a boulder two days later, watching me pluck pine needles out of my hair and jacket. 'Judging by its size, I'd say it's been there for... two hundred years, at least.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Wings and Ruin

“You knew I was his mate when we went. I don't see how being High Lady alters anything.'

'It does.'

I put my hands on my hips, ignoring his motion to continue. 'Why?'

Cassian dragged a hand through his hair. 'Because... because as his mate, you were still... his to protect. Oh, don't get that look. He's yours to protect, too. I would have laid my life down for you as his mate- and as your friend. But you were still... his.'

'And as High Lady?'

Cassian loosed a rough breath. 'As High Lady, you are mine. And Azriel's, and Mor's and Amren's. You belong to all of us, and we belong to you. We would not have... put you in so much danger.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Wings and Ruin

“Not consort, not wife. Feyre is High Lady of the Night Court. My equal in every way; she would wear my crown, sit on a throne beside mine. Never sidelined, never designated to breeding and parties and child rearing. My queen.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury

“Too thin, she’d told Yrene by way of greeting. She needed a fatter ass for her lover to grip at night.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Tower of Dawn

“The trauma of any injury requires some internal reflection during the healing and aftermath.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Tower of Dawn