Katie

“Do not get distracted. Do not linger. You are a warrior, and warriors know when to pick their fights.'
I nodded, our breath mingling.
Rhys growled. 'They took what is ours. And we do not allow those crimes to go unpunished.'
His power rippled and swirled around me.
'You do not fear,' Rhys breathed. 'You do not falter. You do not yield. You go in, you get her, and you come out again.'
I nodded again, holding his stare.
'Remember that you are a wolf. And you cannot be caged.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Wings and Ruin

“A hand brushed my back. Then Rhys groaned, "If we're all here, either things went very, very wrong or very right." Cassian's broken laugh cracked out of him.”
― 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

“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