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I told her I’d be the villain for her, and I was. Now, I need to also be the hero she would want me to be.
“Here's to the crazy ones. The misfits. The rebels. The troublemakers. The round pegs in the square holes. The ones who see things differently. They're not fond of rules. And they have no respect for the status quo. You can quote them, disagree with them, glorify or vilify them. About the only thing you can't do is ignore them. Because they change things. They push the human race forward. And while some may see them as the crazy ones, we see genius. Because the people who are crazy enough to think they can change the world, are the ones who do.”
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“Be a rainbow in somebody else's cloud.”
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“I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night.”
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“All those people in their black-and-white worlds - they have no idea what they're missing”
― A Mango-Shaped Space
― A Mango-Shaped Space
“She knew she was going into that Cauldron. Knew she would lose this fight.
Knew no one was going to save her: not sobbing Feyre, not Feyre's gagged former lover, nor her devastated new mate. Not Cassian, broken and bleeding on the floor. The warrior was still trying to rise on trembling arms. To reach her.
The King of Hybern- he had done this. To Elain. To Cassian.
And to her.
The icy water bit into the soles of her feet.
It was a kiss of venom, a death so permanent that every inch of her roared in defiance.
She was going in- but she would not go gently.
The water gripped her ankles with phantom talons, tugging her down. She twisted, wrenching her arm free from the guard who held it.
And Nesta Archeron pointed. One finger- at the King of Hybern.
A death-promise. A target marked.
Hands shoved her into the water's waiting claws.
Nesta laughed at the fear that crept into the king's eyes just before the water devoured her whole.
In the beginning.
And in the end.
There was darkness.
And nothing more.
She did not feel the cold as she sank into a sea that had no bottom, no horizon, no surface. But she felt the burning.
Immortality was not a serene youth
It was fire.
It was molten ore poured into her veins, boiling her human blood until it was nothing but steam, forging her brittle bones until they were fresh steel.
And when she opened her mouth to scream, when the pain ripped her very self in two, there was no sound. There was nothing in this place but darkness and agony and power-
They would pay. All of them.
Staring with the Cauldron.
Starting now.
She tore into the darkness with talons and teeth. Rent and cleaved and shredded.
And the dark eternity around her shuddered. Bucked. Thrashed.
She laughed as it recoiled. Laughed around the mouthful of raw power she ripped out and swallowed whole; laughed at the fistfuls of eternity she shoved into her heart, her veins.
The Cauldron struggled like a bird under a cat's paw. She refused to relent.
Everything it had stolen from her, from Elain, she would take from it.
Wrapped in black eternity, Nesta and the Cauldron twined, burning through the darkness like a newborn star.”
― A Court of Silver Flames
Knew no one was going to save her: not sobbing Feyre, not Feyre's gagged former lover, nor her devastated new mate. Not Cassian, broken and bleeding on the floor. The warrior was still trying to rise on trembling arms. To reach her.
The King of Hybern- he had done this. To Elain. To Cassian.
And to her.
The icy water bit into the soles of her feet.
It was a kiss of venom, a death so permanent that every inch of her roared in defiance.
She was going in- but she would not go gently.
The water gripped her ankles with phantom talons, tugging her down. She twisted, wrenching her arm free from the guard who held it.
And Nesta Archeron pointed. One finger- at the King of Hybern.
A death-promise. A target marked.
Hands shoved her into the water's waiting claws.
Nesta laughed at the fear that crept into the king's eyes just before the water devoured her whole.
In the beginning.
And in the end.
There was darkness.
And nothing more.
She did not feel the cold as she sank into a sea that had no bottom, no horizon, no surface. But she felt the burning.
Immortality was not a serene youth
It was fire.
It was molten ore poured into her veins, boiling her human blood until it was nothing but steam, forging her brittle bones until they were fresh steel.
And when she opened her mouth to scream, when the pain ripped her very self in two, there was no sound. There was nothing in this place but darkness and agony and power-
They would pay. All of them.
Staring with the Cauldron.
Starting now.
She tore into the darkness with talons and teeth. Rent and cleaved and shredded.
And the dark eternity around her shuddered. Bucked. Thrashed.
She laughed as it recoiled. Laughed around the mouthful of raw power she ripped out and swallowed whole; laughed at the fistfuls of eternity she shoved into her heart, her veins.
The Cauldron struggled like a bird under a cat's paw. She refused to relent.
Everything it had stolen from her, from Elain, she would take from it.
Wrapped in black eternity, Nesta and the Cauldron twined, burning through the darkness like a newborn star.”
― A Court of Silver Flames
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