Azriel Quotes

“I believe everything happens for a reason. Whether it is decided by the Mother, or the Cauldron, or some sort of tapestry of Fate, I don't know. I don't really care. But I am grateful for it, whatever it is. Grateful that it brought you all into my life. If it hadn't... I might have become as awful as that prick we're going to face today. If I had not met an Illyrian warrior-in-training," he said to Cassian, "I would not have known the true depths of strength, of resilience, of honor and loyalty." Cassian's eyes gleamed bright. Rhys said to Azriel, "If I had not met a shadowsinger, I would not have known that it is the family you make, not the one you are born into, that matters. I would not have known what it is to truly hope, even when the world tells you to despair." Azriel bowed his head in thanks.
Mor was already crying when Rhys spoke to her. "If I had not met my cousin, I would neer have learned that light can be found in even the darkest of hells. That kidness can thrive even amongst cruelty." She wiped away her teas as she nodded.
I waited for Amren to offer a retort. But she was only waiting.
Rhys bowed his head to her. "If I had not met a tiny monster who hoards jewels more fiercely than a firedrake..." A quite laugh from all of us at that. Rhys smiled softly. "My own power would have consumed me long ago."
Rhys squeezed my hand as he looked to me at last. "And if I had not met my mate..." His words failed him as silver lined his eyes.
He said down the bond, I would have waited five hundred more years for you. A thousand years. And if this was all the time we were allowed to have... The wait was worth it.
He wiped away the tears sliding down my face. "I believe that everything happened, exactly the way it had to... so I could find you." He kissed another tear away.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Wings and Ruin

“Come on, Feyre. We don’t bite. Unless you ask us to.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury

“Lucien had been prepared to take me against my will.
Fae males were territorial, dominant, arrogant—but the ones in the Spring Court … something had festered in their training. Because I knew—deep in my bones—that Cassian might push and test my limits, but the moment I said no, he’d back off. And I knew that if … that if I had been wasting away and Rhys had done nothing to stop it, Cassian or Azriel would have pulled me out. They would have taken me somewhere—wherever I needed to be—and dealt with Rhys later.
But Rhys … Rhys would never have not seen what was happening to me; would never have been so misguided and arrogant and self-absorbed. He’d known what Ianthe was from the moment he met her. And he’d understood what it was like to be a prisoner, and helpless, and to struggle—every day—with the horrors of both.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury

“Azriel would likely love Mor until he was a whisper of darkness between the stars.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury

“Females and males watched Rhysand throughout the hall—and the shadowsinger and I made a game of betting on who, exactly, would work up the nerve to invite the High Lord home.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury

“I don't see you spouting poetry, brother.
I don't need to resort to it.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Wings and Ruin

“There was a tiny box left on the table by the window- a box the Mor lifted, squinted and the name tag, and said, "Az, this one's for you."
The shadowsinger's brows lifted, but his scarred hand extended to take the present.
Elain turned from where she'd been speaking to Nesta. "Oh, that's from me."
Azriel's face didn't so much as shift at the words. Not even a smile as he opened the present and revealed-
"I had Madja make it for me," Elain explained. Azreil's brows narrowed at the mention of the family's preferred healer. "It's a powder to mix in with any drink."
Silence.
Elain bit her lip and then smiled sheepishly. "It's for the headaches everyone always gives you. Since you rub your temples so often."
Silence again.
Then Azriel tipped his head back and laughted.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Frost and Starlight

“What is it you want to know?" Nesta asked carefully.

Bryce glanced between them. "How'd you two meet?"

"There was a war," Nesta said shortly.

"Between who?" Bryce asked.

Azriel answered this time. "Between an evil Fae King and us."

"You two, or like . . . everyone?"

Nesta gave her a withering look, "Yes, the King of Hybern declared war on just me and Azriel.”
― Sarah J. Maas, House of Flame and Shadow

“My mother always had gifts for Azriel and Cassian. For the latter, the initial Solstice we’d shared here had been the first time he’d received any sort of gift, Solstice or not. I could still see the tears Cassian had tried to hide as he’d opened his presents, and the tears in my mother’s eyes as she watched him.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Frost and Starlight

“Sadistic monsters,' Gwyn hissed as the three friends limped toward the water station, defeat heavy on their shoulders.

'We try again tomorrow,' Emerie swore, sporting a black eye thanks tot the swinging log that had knocked her on her ass before Nesta could grab her. 'We keep trying until we wipe that smug look off their stupid perfect faces.

Indeed, Azriel and Cassian had just leaned against the wall, arms crossed, and smiled at them the entire time.

Gwyn threw Azriel a withering stare as she strode past him. 'See you tomorrow, Shadowsinger,' she tossed over a shoulder.

Az stared after her, brows high with amusement. When he turned back, Nesta grinned. 'You have no idea what you just started,' she said. Az angled his head, hazel eyes narrowing as Gwyn reached the archway.

'Remember how Gwyn was with the ribbon?' Nesta winked and clapped the shadowsinger on the shoulder. 'You're the new ribbon, Az.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A ​Court of Silver Flames

“My money’s on yes,” Cassian said. “Want to make a wager?”

“No,” Azriel said, not turning from the window.

Cassian sat up, the portrait of outrage. “No?”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Frost and Starlight

“What do you want to hear?" Bryce asked, opening her music library.

Nesta and Azriel swapped glances, and the male answered a bit sheepishly, "The music you played at your pleasure halls."

Bryce laughed, "Are you a club rat, Azriel?"

He glowered at her, earning a smirk from Nesta, but Bryce played one of her dance tunes - a zippy blend of thumping bass and saxophones. And as the three of them walked into the endless dark, she could have sworn she caught Azriel nodding along to the beat.”
― Sarah J. Maas, House of Flame and Shadow

“Rhys turned his head, looking me over from head to toe. Then back to Tamlin. A storm about to be unleashed.

But it was Azriel who said, his voice like cold death, "Be careful how you speak about my High Lady.”
― Sarah J Maas

“You can do good," Azriel warned, "without ceasing to be evil.”
― Sarah J. Maas, House of Flame and Shadow

“But then Azriel approached her. Nesta had blinked at the gift the shadowsinger set in her lap. 'I didn't get you anything,' she murmured to Az, her cheeks turning rosy.

'I know,' he said, smiling. 'I don't mind.'
...
...his gaze snagged on Nesta's fingers as she opened the small box. She peered at what was inside, then looked at Azriel in confusion. 'What is it?'

Azriel plucked up the small folded silver wand within and unfurled it. One end held a clip, the other a small glass sphere. 'You can attach this to whatever book you're reading, and the little ball of faelight will shine. So you don't have to squint when you're reading at night.'

Nesta touched the glass ball, no bigger than her thumbnail, and faelight flickered within, casting a bright, easy glow upon her lap. She tapped it again and it turned off. And then she jumped to her feet and flung her arms around Azriel.

The room went silent for a beat.

But Azriel chuckled and squeezed her gently. Cassian smiled to see it- to see them. 'Thank you,' Nesta said, quickly pulling away to marvel at the device. 'It's brilliant.'

Azriel blushed and stepped back, shadows swirling.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A ​Court of Silver Flames

“You said happiness comes in many forms. Mine is shaped like you.”
― Wendy Heiss, At the End There Was You

“I told you that the moment we started letting females into our group, they'd be nothing but trouble.'

'As far as I can recall, Cassian,' Rhys countered drily, 'you actually said you needed a reprieve from staring at our ugly faces, and that some ladies would add some much-needed prettiness for you to look at all day.'

'Pig,' Amren said.

Cassian gave her a vulgar gesture that made Lucien choke on his green beans. 'I was a young Illyrian and didn't know better,' he said, then pointed his fork at Azriel. 'Don't try to blend into the shadows. You said the same thing.'

'He did not,' Mor said, and the shadows that Azriel had indeed been subtly weaving around himself vanished. 'Azriel had never once said anything that awful. Only you, Cassian. Only you.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Wings and Ruin

“Good Evening" - Azriel, Chapter 26 ACOSF (iykyk)”
― Sarah j maas

“Azriel lingered near the door, quiet enough that when Feyre and Mor began talking about some of her paintings, Nesta went over to him.

'Why don't you sit?' She leaned against the doorway beside the shadow singer.

'My shadows don't like the flames so much.' A pretty lie. She'd seen Azriel before the fire plenty. But she looked at who sat close to it and knew the answer.

'Why did you come if it torments you so much?'

'Because Rhys wants me here. It'd hurt him if I didn't come.'

'Well, I think holidays are stupid.'

'I don't.'

She arched a brow. He explained, 'They pull people together. And bring them joy. They are a time to pause and reflect and gather, and those are never bad things.' Shadows darkened his eyes, full of enough pain that she couldn't stop herself from touching his shoulder. Letting him see that she understood why he stood in the doorway, why he wouldn't go near the fire.

His secret to tell, never hers.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A ​Court of Silver Flames

“Gwyn asked Az, her teal eyes bright, 'What do we get if we finish the course?'

Az's shadows danced around him. 'Since there's no chance in hell any of you will finish the course, we didn't bother to get a prize.'

Boos sounded. Gwyn lifted her chin in challenge. 'We look forward to proving you wrong.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A ​Court of Silver Flames

“I have no interest in explaining to Rhys and Feyre why you died on my watch. And even less interest in explaining it to Nesta.'

Cassian stared toward the castle. 'You think she's alive?' The question haunted him with every breath these last few days.

'You'd know if she'd died,' Azriel said, pausing his work and looking up at Cassian. He tapped his brother's chest with a scarred hand. 'Right here- you'd know, Cass.'

'There are plenty of other unspeakable things that could be happening to her,' Cassian said, voice thickening. 'To Emerie and Gwyn.'

The shadows deepened around Azriel, his Siphons gleaming like cobalt fire. 'You- we- trained them well, Cassian. Trust in that. It's all we can do.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A ​Court of Silver Flames

“Cassian said it might be... good if I came.'

Elain's eyes flickered. 'Did Feyre pay you, like last year?'

'No.' Shame washed through her.

Elain sighed, glancing over Nesta's shoulder to the open doorway across the entry. The party within, only for their small inner circle. 'Please don't upset Feyre. It's her birthday, first of all. And in her state-'

'Oh, fuck you,' Nesta snapped, and then choked.

Elain blinked. Nesta blinked back, horror lurching through her.

And then Elain burst out laughing.

Howling, half-sobbing laughs that sent her bending over at the waist, gasping for breath. Nesta just stared, torn between questions and wanting to throw herself into the icy Sidra. 'I- I'm so sorry-'

Elain held up a hand, wiping her eyes with the other. 'You've never said such a thing to me!' She laughed again. 'I think that's a good sign, isn't it?'

Nesta shook her head slowly, not understanding. Elain just linked her arm through Nesta's and led her toward the family room, where Azriel stood in the doorway, monitoring them. As if he'd heard Elain's sharp laugh and wondered what had caused it.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A ​Court of Silver Flames

“Sadistic monsters,' Gwyn hissed as the three friends limped toward the water station, defeat heavy on their shoulders.

'We try again tomorrow,' Emerie swore, sporting a black eye thanks to the swinging log that had knocked her on her ass before Nesta could grab her. 'We keep trying until we wipe that smug look off their stupid perfect faces.

Indeed, Azriel and Cassian had just leaned against the wall, arms crossed, and smiled at them the entire time.

Gwyn threw Azriel a withering stare as she strode past him. 'See you tomorrow, Shadowsinger,' she tossed over a shoulder.

Az stared after her, brows high with amusement. When he turned back, Nesta grinned. 'You have no idea what you just started,' she said. Az angled his head, hazel eyes narrowing as Gwyn reached the archway.

'Remember how Gwyn was with the ribbon?' Nesta winked and clapped the shadowsinger on the shoulder. 'You're the new ribbon, Az.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A ​Court of Silver Flames

“The music in your world," Nesta said suddenly, interrupting Bryce's doom spiral. "It's all simply available to anyone?"

"In a way, yes you can find any song, any piece of music, and listen to it whenever you want."

"You have wonders in your world," Nesta said.

Azriel added from a few steps behind them, "And terrors.”
― Sarah J. Maas

“Four fucking days,' Cassian hissed from where he and Azriel monitored the castle. 'We've been sitting on our asses for four fucking days.'

Azriel sharpened Truth-Teller. The black blade absorbed the dim sunlight trickling through the forest canopy above. 'It seems you've forgotten how much of spying is waiting for the right moment. People don't engage in their evil deeds when it's convenient to you.'

Cassian rolled his eyes. 'I stopped spying because it bored me to death. I don't know how you put up with this all the time.'

'It suits me,' Azriel didn't halt his sharpening, though shadows gathered around his feet.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A ​Court of Silver Flames

“We've taught plenty of younglings the basics," Cassian countered. Azriel shook his head, shadows twinning around his wrists. "It's not the same. When you are older, the fears, the mental blocks... it's different.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Wings and Ruin

“The priests were painting me in blood and honey.”
― Anne Rice, Servant of the Bones

“I caught the sudden scent of roses. I looked down and saw the floor was littered with petals.”
― Anne Rice, Servant of the Bones

“Without raising my voice, I dissolved my form once more, raging at the souls as they surrounded me and plunged again into the velvet blackness, only this time I could smell the roses, and with the roses there came a memory, a memory of a procession, and people cheering and crying and waving, and a handsome man singing with a beautiful voice, and petals being tossed so high they showered down on us, on our shoulders…but the memory faded.”
― Anne Rice, Servant of the Bones

“I laid hands on the Caanite tablet, though it filled me with revulsion and hate. Indeed, I rocked with hate. I was so full of hate that for a moment I couldn’t move.”
― Anne Rice, Servant of the Bones