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"—I begged you so many times to help me, to get me out of the house, even for an hour. And you left me alone, or shoved me into a room with Ianthe, or told me to stick it out.
—And I suppose the Night Court is so much better?.
—When you spend so long trapped in darkness, Lucien, you find that the darkness begins to stare back."

"The power did not belong to the High Lords. Not any longer. It belonged to me–as I belonged only to me, as my future was mine to decide, to forge.
Once I discovered and mastered what the others had given me, I could weave them together–into something new, something of every court and none of them."

"She wore red, the gossamer and gauze of her sleeveless gown clinging to her breasts and hips, while carefully places shafts left much of her stomach and back exposed. Her hair was down in waves, and cuffs of solid gold glinted around her wrists. A queen who bowed to no one, a queen who had faced them all down and triumphed. A queen who owned her body, her life, her destiny, and never apologized for it."

"What got under my skin is that you smiled at him".

"–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.
The Court of Dreams. The people who knew that there was a price, and one worth paying for that dream.
–To the people who look at the stars and wish, Rhys.
–To the stars who listen–and the dreams that are answered."

"–No. I wouldn't want to go back. But I would. Pain and killing wouldn't win me.
–He locked you up because he knew–the bastard knew what a treasure you are. That you are worth more than land or gold or jewels. He knew, and wanted to keep you all to himself.
–He did love me. Rhysand.
–The issue isn't whether he loved you, it's how much. Too much love can be a poison."

"Yes, he fought for me,but I did it harder for him. And he had the nerve once his powers were back to shove me into a cage, to say I was no longer useful; I was to be cloistered for his peace of mind. He'd given me everything I needed to become myself, to feel safe, and when he got what he wanted–when he got his power back, his lands back... he stopped trying. He was still good, still Tamlin, but he was just wrong."

"–There will be no next time!– I slammed a hand into his chest, and he staggered back a step from the strenght of the blow. I blinked. I'd forgotten that strenght in my panic. I'd forgotten how strong I was.
–Yes, you did. You forgot that strength, and that you can burn and become darkness, and grow claws. You forgot. You stopped fighting.
He didn't just meant the Attor. The rage rose up in me. At myself."

"I had survived the Wyrm,–survived Amarantha. And I had been granted gifts. Considerable gifts.
Like strenght.
I was strong.
I was not a pet, not a doll, not an animal.
I was a survivor, and I was strong.
I would not be weak, or helpless again. I will not be broken. Tamed".

" I had left; I had gotten out. I would get out today.
–I heard the crack when she broke my neck. It was in my ears, but also inside my skull. I was gone before I felt anything. And then it was dark but there was a threat. A tether. And I yanked on it–and suddenly I could see. Not through my eyes but his. And I knew I was dead, and this tiny scrap of spirit was all that was left of me, clinging to our bargain."

"I'm thinking that I must have been a fool in love to allow myself to be shown so little of the Spring Court. I would have lived in ignorance forever like some pet. I was a lonely, hopeless person, and I might have fallen in love with the first thing that showed me a hint of kindness and safety. And I'm thinking maybe he knew that. And maybe that worked for who I was before but it doesn't work for who I am now."

"–I don't want to go for a ride, or a picnic, or pick wildflowers. I want to do something. So take me with you.
That girl who had needed to be protected, who had craved stability and comfort, she had died Under the Mountain. I had died, and there had been no one to protect me from those horrors before my neck snapped. So I had done it myself. And I could not yield that part of me that had awoken and transformed."

"–Don't you have other things to do with?
–Of course I do, –he said, shrugging. –I have so many things to deal with that I'm sometimes tempted to unleash my power across the world and wipe the board clean. Just to buy me some damned peace.– He grinned, bowing at the waist. Even that casual mention of his power failed to chill me, awe me. –But I'll always make time for you".

"You can be a pawn and spend the rest of your immortal life bowing and pretending you're less than him, than any of us. If you want to pick that road, then fine. A shame, but it's your choice. I know you and I don't believe for one damn minute that you're remotely fine with being a pretty trophy for someone who sat on his ass for nearly fifty years, then sat on his ass while you were shredded apart."

"–I want you to say thank you. Then I want you to take off that hideous dress. You look exactly like the doe-eyed damsel he and that simpering priestess want you to be.
–You don't know anything about me or us.
–Does Tamlin? Does he ever ask you why you hurl your guts up every night, or why you can't go into certain rooms or see certain colors?

...

I'd lost any sort of qualms about what lines I'd cross to survive."

"I forced my gaze up, to Tamlin, his shoulders back, head high. So unaware of the true extent of how broken and dark I was inside. How unfit I was to be clothed in white when my hands were so filthy.
Everyone else was thinking it. They had to be.
...
–Hello, Feyre darling".

"For him, I had done this-for him, I'd gladly wrecked myself and my inmortal soul. And now I had eternity to live with it."'

"It was easier to not have to explain, anyway. To not have to tell him that though I'd freed him, saved his people and all of Prythian from Amarantha... I'd broken myself apart. And I didn't think even eternity would be long enough to fix me."

"For him, I had done this–for him, I'd gladly wrecked myself and my inmortal soul. And now I had eternity to live with it."

>La aventura del constructor de Norwood
"Desde el punto de vista del experto criminalista, Londres se ha convertido en una ciudad aburrida desde la muerte del llorado profesor Moriarty. Sé que no debo ser egoísta. Desde luego la sociedad sale ganando y nadie sale perdiendo excepto yo"

"Tómese el desayuno, Watson, e iremos juntos a ver qué podemos hacer. Me parece que hoy voy a necesitar su compañía y su apoyo moral"

"–I'm an immortal now, this body is different, but this–my heart– this is still human. Maybe it always will be. But it would have been easier to live with what I did if my heart had changed, too. Maybe I wouldn't care so much; maybe I could convince myself their deaths weren't in vain. Maybe immortality will take that away.
–Be glad of your human heart, Feyre. Pity those who don't feel anything at all."

"I'd been starving. Yet afterward, once my family had devoured it, I had crept back into the woods and wept for hours, knowing a line had been crossed, my soul stained.
–Say that you don't love him!–Amarantha shrieked, and the blood on my hands became the blood of what I had lost. But I wouldn't say it. Because loving Tamlin was the only thing I had left, the only thing I couldn't sacrifice".

"I couldn't stop. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't beat her. She won today, and she hadn't known it.
She'd won; it was only by cheating that I'd survived. Tamlin would never be free, and I would perish in the most awful of ways. I couldn't read–I was an ignorant, human fool. My shortcomings had caught up with me, and this place would become my tomb. I would never paint again; never see the sun again".

"I reached a hand toward the levers and stared at the three numbers beyond my trembling, tattooed fingers. They meant nothing to me beyond life and death. Chance might save me.
Two. Two was a lucky number, because that was like Tamlin and me– just two people. One had to be bad, because one was like Amarantha. Solitary.
And three was too much. It was three sisters crammed into a cottage, hating each other".

"Rhysand's skin began to darkening into nothing but shadow.
–Wait
The darkness consuming him paused. For Tamlin, I would sell my soul; I would give up everything I had for him to be free.
The darkness vanished, leaving Rhysand in his solid form as he grinned. –Yes?
I raised my chin as high as I could manage. –Just two weeks?
–Just two weeks. –He purred, and knelt before me –Two teensy, tiny weeks with me every month"

"But not forever, right? I suppose it'll be easier if I'm gone. Who wants someone around who's so covered in thorns?"

"He picked up the small painting of the frozen forest and examined it. –I've had many lovers. Females of noble birth, warriors, princesses... But they never understood. What it was like, what it is like, for me to care for my people, my lands. What scars are still there, what the bad days feel like. This reminds me of it. That I I'm not alone."

"I thought about sending you away at first. Part of me still thinks I should have found somewhere else for you to live. But maybe I was selfish. Even when you made it so clear that you were more interested in ignoring the Treaty or finding a way out of it, I couldn't bring myself to let you go–to find some place in Prythian where you'd be comfortable enough to not attempt to flee."

"I don't know why I feel so tremendously ashamed of myself for leaving them. Why it feels so selfish to paint. I shouldn't feel that way, should I? I know I shouldn't, but I can't help it. All those years, what I did for them, and they didn't try to stop you from taking me. I don't know why I expected them to. Why I believed that illusion was real. I don't know why I bother still thinking about it. Or still caring".

"–Because I wouldn't want to die alone. –I said, and my voice wobbled as I looked at Tamlin again, forcing myself to meet his stare. –Because I'd want someone to hold my hand until the end, and awhile after that. That's something everyone deserves, human or faerie."

"But he had done more than I could. My family might have ignored my letter entirely. Had I known he possessed those abilities, I might have even asked the High Lord to glamour their memories if he hadn't done it himself. I truly had nothing to fret about, save for the fact that they'd probably forget me sooner than expected. I couldn't entirely blame them. My vow fulfilled, my task complete—what was left for me?"

"–You gave up so much for them. –he lifted his other hand as if to brush my cheek. –Do you even know how to laugh?
I shook off his arm, unable to stop the angry words. –I don't want your pity.
His jade eyes were so bright I couldn't look away. –What about a friend?
–Can fairies be friends with mortals?
–500 years ago, enough fairies were friends with mortals that they went to a war on their behalf."