High Lords Quotes

“I'm sorry.'

It was those two words that shattered me. Shattered me in a way I didn't know I could still be broken, a rending of every tether and leash.

Stay with the High Lord. The Suriel's last warning. Stay... and live to see everything righted.

A lie. A lie, as Rhys had lied to me. Stay with the High Lord.

Stay.

For there... the torn scraps of the mating bond. Floating on a phantom wind inside me. I grasped at them- tugged at them, as if he'd answer.

Stay. Stay, stay, stay.

I clung to those scraps and remnants, clawing at the voice that lurked beyond.

Stay.

I looked up at Tarquin, lip curling back from my teeth. Looked at Helion. And Thesan. And Beon and Kallias, Viviane weeping at his side. And I snarkled, 'Bring him back.'

Blank faces.

I screamed at them, 'BRING HIM BACK.'

Nothing.

'You did it for me,' I said, breathing hard. 'Now do it for him.'

'You were human,' Helion said carefully. 'It is not the same-'

'I don't care. Do it.' When they didn't move, I rallied the dregs of my power, readying to rip into their minds and force them, not caring what rules or laws it broke. I wouldn't care, only if-

Tarquin stepped forward. He slowly extended his hand toward me.

'For what he gave,' Tarquin said quietly. 'Today and for many years before.'

And as the seed of light appeared in his palm... I began crying again. Watched it drop onto Rhys's bare throat and vanish onto the skin beneath, an echo of light flaring once.

Helion stepped forward. That kernel of light in his hand flickered as it fell onto Rhys's skin.

Then Kallias. And Thesan.

Until only Beron stood there.

Mor drew her sword and laid it on his throat. He jerked, having not seen her move. 'I do not mind making one more kill today,' she said.

Beron gave her a withering glare, but shoved off the sword and strode forward. He practically chucked that fleck of light onto Rhys. I didn't care about that, either.

I didn't know the spell, the power it came from. But I was High Lady.

I held out my palm. Willing the spark of life to appear. Nothing happened.

I took a steadying breath, remembering how it had looked. 'Tell me how,' I growled to no one.

Thesan coughed and stepped forward. Explaining the core of power and on and on and I didn't care, but I listened, until-

There. Small as a sunflower seed, it appeared in my palm. A bit of me- my life.

I laid it gently on Rhys's blood-crusted throat.

And I realised, just as he appeared, what was missing.

Tamlin stood there, summoned by either the death of a fellow High Lord or one of the others around me. He was splattered in mud and gore, his new bandolier of knives mostly empty.

He studied Rhys, lifeless before me. Studied all of us- the palms still out.

There was no kindness on his face. No mercy.

'Please,' was all I said to him.

Then Tamlin glanced between us- me and my mate. His face did not change.

'Please,' I wept. 'I will- I will give you anything-'

Something shifted in his eyes at that. But not kindness. No emotion at all.

I laid my head on Rhysand's chest, listening for any kind of heartbeat through that armour.

'Anything,' I breathed to no one in particular. 'Anything.'

Steps scuffed on the rocky ground. I braced myself for another set of hands trying to pull me away, and dug my fingers in harder.

The steps remained behind me for long enough that I looked.

Tamlin stood there. Staring down at me. Those green eyes swimming with some emotion I couldn't place.

'Be happy, Feyre,' he said quietly.

And dropped that final kernel of light onto Rhysand.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Wings and Ruin

“What if you could stand against us- hold your own, a High Lady?'

'There are no High Ladies.'

HIs brows furrowed, but he shook his head. 'We'll talk about that later, too. But, yes, Feyre- there can be High Ladies. And perhaps you aren't one of them, but... what if you were something similar? What if you were able to wield the power of seven High Lords at once? What if you could blend into darkness, or shape-shift, or freeze over an entire room- an entire army?”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury

“But there it was- crackling inside my veins. Crackling beside veins of ice, and water.

And darkness.

Embers flared around us, floating in the air, and I sent out a breath of soothing dark, a breath of ice and water, as if it were a wind- a wind at dawn, sweeping clean the world.

The power did not belong to the High Lords. Not any longer.

It belonged to me- as I belonged only to me, as my future was mine to decide, to forge.

Once I discovered and mastered what the others had given me, I could weave them together- into something new, something of every court and none of them.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury

“He is lucky to have all of you.'

'No,' she said softly- more gently than I'd ever heard. 'We are lucky to have him, Feyre.' I turned from the door. 'I have known many High Lords, ' Amren continued, studying her paper. 'Cruel ones, cunning ones, weak ones, powerful ones. But never one that dreamed. Not as he does.'

'Dreams of what?' I breathed.

'Of peace. Of freedom. Of a world united, a world thriving. Of something better- for all of us.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury