Yone

“Rhys looked up, his face gleaming with tears. He went still as I leaned in, kissing away one tear. Then the other. As he had once kissed away mine.
When my lips were wet and salty with them, I pulled back far enough to see his eyes. “You’re mine,” I breathed.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury

“I smelled jasmine first-then saw stars. A sea of stars flickering beyond glowing pillars of moonstone that framed the sweeping view of endless snowcapped mountains.
"Welcome to the Night Court.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury

“His laugh rumbled against me. Eyes closed, the wind roaring like a wild animal, I adjusted my position, gripping him tighter. My knuckles brushed one of his wings- smooth and cool like silk, but hard as stone with it stretched taut.
Fascinating. I blindly reached again... and dared to run a fingertip along some inner edge.
Rhysand shuddered, a soft groan slipping past my ear. "That," he said tightly, "is very sensitive".
I snatched my finger back, pulling away far enough to see his face. With the wind, I had to squint, and my braided hair ripped this way and that, but- he was entirely focused on the montains around us. "Does it tickle?"
He flicked his gaze to me, then on the snow and pine that went on forever. "It feels like this," he said, and learned in so close that his lips brushed the shell of my ear as he sent a gentle breath into it. My back arched on instinct, my chin tipping up at the carees of that breath.
"Oh", I managed to say. I felt him smile against my ear and pull away.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury

“Pero se contenía. Todos lo hacemos. Nos hemos acostumbrado a vivir reprimidos: sonreímos en el supermercado cuando estamos deseando resoplar porque la cola tarda en avanzar, fingimos que nos cae bien la vecina del quinto que no deja de mover los muebles por la noche, pedimos té cuando lo que queremos es algo que nos queme la garganta o hacemos halagos que en realidad son mentira. Contenemos nuestro lado oscuro; ese que es impaciente, tiene un humor terrible y al que le cae mal la mayoría de la gente.
Lo que ocurre es que, al final, el saco se rompe.”
― Alice Kellen, Tú y yo, invencibles