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“The room behind me was dark. "Thief," intoned a lovely voice in the blackness.

"You do know," Ianthe tittered from outside the cottage, her steps slowing into a walk, "that we'll have to kill whoever is inside there with you. Selfish of you, Feyre."

I panted, holding the door open, making sure they couldn't see me on the other side.

"You have seen my twin," the Weaver hissed softly- with a hint of wonder. "I smell him on you."

Outside, Ianthe and the guard grew closer. Closer and closer.

Somewhere deep in the room, I felt her move. Felt her stand. And take a step toward me.

"What are you," the Weaver breathed.

"Feyre, you can be quite tedious," Ianthe said. Right outside. I could barely make out her pale robes through the crack between the door and the threshold. "Do you think you can ambush us in there? I saw your shield. You're drained. And I do not think your glowing trick will help."

The Weaver's dress rustled as she crept closer in the gloom. "Who did you bring, little wolf? Who did you bring to me?"

Ianthe and her two guards stepped over the threshold. Then another step. Past the open door. They didn't see me in the shadows behind it.

"Dinner," I said to the Weaver, whirling around the door- to it's outside face. And let go of the handle.

Just as the door slammed shut hard enough to rattle the cottage, I saw the ball of faelight that Ianthe lifted to illuminate the room.

Saw the horrible face of the Weaver, that mouth of stumped teeth opening wide with delight and unholy hunger. A death-god of old- starved for life. With a beautiful priestess before her.

I was already hurtling for the trees when the guards and Ianthe began screaming.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Wings and Ruin

“I knew,' it gasped, sensing my shift in thoughts. 'The tracking...I knew of it.'
'Then why come at all?'
'You...were kind. You...fought your fear. You were...kind.'
I began crying.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Wings and Ruin

“So Rhys went against orders, and marched in his whole legion to get Myriam out. For his friend, for my lover- and for that bastard Drakon's sake. Rhys sacrificed his legion in the process, got all of them captured and tortured afterward. Yet everyone insists Rhysand is soulless, wicked. But the male I knew was the most decent of them all. Better than that prick-prince. You don't lose that quality, no matter the centuries, and Rhys was too smart to do anything but have the vilification of his character be a calculated move. And yet here you are- his mate. The most powerful High Lord in the world lost his mate, and has not yet come to claim her, even when she is defenseless in the woods." Jurian Chuckled. "Perhaps that's because Rhysand has not lost you at all. But rather unleashed you upon us.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Wings and Ruin

“I supposed that with her stunning beauty, she needed no ornamentation. It would have been like putting jewelry on a lion.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Wings and Ruin