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“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.”
― A Court of Mist and Fury
"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.”
― A Court of Mist and Fury
“He tugged on the hood, and I savored the shadows and menace and wings.
Death on swift wings. That's what I'd call the painting.
He said softly, "I love it when you look at me like that."
The purr in his voice heated my blood. "Like what?"
"Like my power isn't something to run from. Like you see me.”
― A Court of Mist and Fury
Death on swift wings. That's what I'd call the painting.
He said softly, "I love it when you look at me like that."
The purr in his voice heated my blood. "Like what?"
"Like my power isn't something to run from. Like you see me.”
― A Court of Mist and Fury
“If he didn't walk away when I voiced what I wanted: him.
Not the High Lord, not the most powerful male in Pyrthian's history. Just....him. The person who had sent music into that cell; who had picked up that knife in Amarantha's throne room to fight for me when no one else dared, and who had kept fighting for me every day since, refusing to let me crumble and disappear into nothing.”
― A Court of Mist and Fury
Not the High Lord, not the most powerful male in Pyrthian's history. Just....him. The person who had sent music into that cell; who had picked up that knife in Amarantha's throne room to fight for me when no one else dared, and who had kept fighting for me every day since, refusing to let me crumble and disappear into nothing.”
― A Court of Mist and Fury
“So, yes, I was jealous of him—because it will always be easy for him. And he will never know what it is to look up at the night sky and wish.”
― A Court of Mist and Fury
― A Court of Mist and Fury
“Because," he went on, his eyes locked with mine, "I didn't want you to fight alone. Or die alone."
And for a moment, I remembered that faerie who had died in our foyer, and how I'd told Tamlin the same thing. "Thank you," I said, my throat tight.”
― A Court of Thorns and Roses
And for a moment, I remembered that faerie who had died in our foyer, and how I'd told Tamlin the same thing. "Thank you," I said, my throat tight.”
― A Court of Thorns and Roses
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