Ave

“Before I could elbow him, Rhys kissed me again, breathless and swift. To the starts who listen, Feyre.
I brushed a hand over his cheek to wipe away the last of his tears, his skin warm and soft, and we turned down the street that would lead us home.
Toward our future- and all that waited within it.
To the dreams that are answered, Rhys.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Frost and Starlight

“You can be as high maintenance as you want, honey. But I'm the only one who does the maintenance.”
― Tessa Bailey, It Happened One Summer

“So I said, "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 Lord," 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

“Amren,” Rhys drawled, “sends her regards. And as for this one … ” I tried not to flinch away from meeting his stare. “She’s mine,” he said quietly, but viciously enough that Devlon and his warriors nearby heard. “And if any of you lay a hand on her, you lose that hand. And then you lose your head.” I tried not to shiver, as Cassian and Mor showed no reaction at all. “And once Feyre is done killing you,” Rhys smirked, “then I’ll grind your bones to dust.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury