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> la aventura del vampiro de Sussex
"—Tiene usted razón, Watson. En una de estas referencias se menciona esa leyenda. Pero ¿es que vamos a tomar en serio ese tipo de cosas? Esta agencia tiene los pies bien plantados en el suelo, y así debe continuar. Con el mundo real tenemos bastante. No necesitamos fantasmas para nada".

"A world divided was not a world that could thrive.
It would take time. Time, and healing, and thrust.
And I wondered if the road ahead—the road to true peace—would perhaps be the hardest and longest one yet."

"I knew that I coukd never tell them. People like ne are considered selfish for not being able to pass on the bloodline... And it wasn't just the prospect of marriage to him that scared me. I knew I could survive his brutality and cruelty. I'm stronger than him. It was the idea of being bred like a prize mare, of being forced to give up that part of me."

"I knew that whatever force had compelled me to learn to fly... Somehow, it had known. That this moment was coming. All of it, for this moment.
And with barely three steps to the edge of that cliff... A warm wind, kissed with lilac and new grass, blasted up from beneath me. A wind of spring. Lifting me, filling my wings.
My feet rose. And rose. And rose."

"—Would you have let me go if I had?
—I do not let you do anything. You are your own person, you make your own choices. But we are mates–I am yours, and you are mine. We do not let each other do things, as if we dictate the movements of each other. But... I might have insisted I go with you. More for my own mental well-being, just to know you were safe.
—You were occupied."

"—Feyre Archeron, —the Suriel said again, gazing at the sky. A painful inhale. —A request.
I leaned close. —Anything.
—Leave this world a better place than how you found it.
And as its chest rose and stopped altogether, as its breath escaped in one last sigh, I understood why the Suriel had come to help me, again and again. Not just for kindness but because it was a dreamer."

"I did not take your power. You gave it to me along with the gift of my immortal life. I'm grateful for both. But they are mine now and I will do with them what I will. I will use my powers to smash Hybern to bits. I will burn, drown and freeze them. I will use this power to heal the injured, to shatter through Hybern's wards. I have done so already and I will do so again."

"Blood and sweat still coated me. I tried to remember the usual fit of my soul in my body, my way of looking at the world. What to do with my limbs in the stillness. How did I usually position my hands without a blade between them? How did I stop moving?
It wasn't only the cost of life that ripped and devastated. It was the altering of a soul with it. This war. I would be the thing forever changed."

"—It will take everything, you know. To try to stop me. Everything you have. And it still won't be enough. And when you have given everything and you are dead, Rhysand, when your mate is mourning over your corpse, I am going to take her.
—She defeated Amarantha and the Attor, I doubt you'll be much of an effort, either."

"—It just... it all took me by surprise. And I will never be happy about any of these terms, but... my father wins, Eris wins, all the males like them win if I let it get to me. If I let it impact my joy, my life. My relationships with all of you. I hate war.
—Likewise.
—Not just for the death and awfulness. But because of what it does to us. These decisions."

"—I'm willing to take the brunt of it, if it means the others will at least stand with us against him.
—You shouldn't have to.
—It might be the only choice.
—I need you. As an option. In my future.
—If it means giving you a future, then I'm willing to do—
—You will do not such thing.
—How can you ask me not to give everything I have to ensure that you, that my family and people, survive?
—You've given enough."

"–I won't undermine you in public and you won't undermine me. We can question each other through the bond if we're around people other than our friends. –I said. –But for now, for these initial years, I'd like to show the world a unified front... That is, if we survive.
–We will survive. But I want you to feel comfortable pushing me, calling me out–
–When have I ever not done that? I want you to do the same for me."

"–You went to the human world, to our enemies' compound, alone?
–I'd rather it be me than any of the others.
That had been his problem from the start. Always him, always sacrificing–.
–Why,– I demanded. –Why risk it? Is something happening?
–It's the quiet on their side of the sea that bothers me. No whisper of armies gathered, no other human allies summoned. Since Hybern, we've heard nothing."

"—You have a personal connection to those people. He does not.
—That's the sort of thinking, — I snapped, clutching the armrests, —that has allowed for a wall to be the only solution between our two peoples; for the fae to look at these sorts of murders and not care. —I knew anyone walking by could hear. —The loss of any life on either side is a personal connection. Or is it only High Fae lives that matter to you?"

"He might have completed teh Great Rite with Ianthe of his own free will, but he certainly hadn't enjoyed it. And my heart shifted a bit in my chest as I said to him. —I won't tell anyone unless you say so. I wish I had been there to stop it—. I meant every word.
Lucien squeezed our linked arms as we rounded a hedge, the house rising up before us. —Yoy are a better friend to me, Feyre, than I ever was to you."

> La aventura de la inquilina del velo.
"–Su vida no le pertenece –dijo–. Aparte las manos de eso.
–¿De qué le sirvo ya a nadie?
–¿Y usted qué sabe? En un mundo impaciente, el ejemplo del que sufre con paciencia es la más preciosa de las lecciones.
La respuesta a la mujer fue terrible. Se alzó el velo y avanzó hacia la luz.
–Me gustaría saber si usted podría sufrir esto con paciencia –dijo."

"And also: how practical. Even if they never actually did it: what a clever way to shackle me to this ranch, to make me never want to leave. Now I would never drive off the property again without wondering if today was going to be the day.
After all: What were good Christian men if not experts at making their good Christian women vanish from the world?"

"My mother, that good Christian woman, snapped.
–You listen to me, young lady. This is your problem! This has always been your problem! You think kindness is some silly frivolous side virtue, when it is in fact the whole damn thing!
–Mother, I just–I sputtered again,
She roared in return, her anger vibrating through the phone like some energetic hex: –WHY IS IT SO HARD FOR YOU TO BE KIND?".

"That's what they'd told me to do, right? All those women who came before me? Be a mother, be a wife, and keep the household clean.
Liars. Every Christian woman I ever met had been a big fat lying bastard. Lord have mercy on their big fat lying bastard souls."

"A lesson it had taken me much longer to learn: sometimes the love of strangers is much more terrifying than the hate".

"–You'll develop a taste for it, and then you'll be obsessed.
Back in my dorm that night, I went online and learned about the pigs who were trained to seek out those delicacies in the wild. The smell was so intoxicating to them, it nearly drove them mad.
People aren't so different from pigs. Once they learn a rotten thing can be eaten, they will eat it, and then they'll become addicted to it".

"And do you know the truth beneath that secret? The water beneath the ice? It never stops. You never age out of it. Your mother lies to you, and then you lie to your children, and then your children lie to their children, and then you are an old woman, looking back at your own life, lying to yourself. A lifetime of drowning, and then you're dead."

"–Aren't you a sight for sore eyes, little lady.
An impossible thing to imagine, what might happen if my husband ever paused and thought about the governing law of his own starry universe: his wife might as well have been a farm dog, for all the rights she had.
Even the sweetest, stupidest man can grow cruel and cunning when he learns a thing like that."

"He was a nice, dumb rich kid. And what did that make me? A fool. An embarrassment of a woman. At the most important moment in my life, I'd made a critical error of judgment: I'd mistaken a man's wealth for his intellect. I'd assumed that Caleb's presence at Harvard justified some sort of success of critical thinking skills–but it hadn't considered until now that he'd gotten in on the worth of his last name alone."

"She would spend her twenties feeling disappointed and labeling it gratitude, and then she would convince herself that this was a form of Buddhist enlightenment: be happy with what you have. This is what she would tell herself each time she was faced with the fact that she had once again received less money, less praise, and even a smaller portion of blow than her male coworkers."

"I've wondered with genuine curiosity how people were able to move through the world without faith. In college, I watched the girls in my hall so proudly emancipate themselves from every institution that shaped them: their families, their country, their creator. It was unfathomable to me: the idea of floating forward through the world, held up by absolute nothing. What kept you from plummeting?"

"A trade must take place for this life to enter the world. As my body slowly halved open like a peach, I realized it was me who was losing my life; me who would vanish from the world to make room for this new child. I'll never be Natalie again. I will only ever be Mama. For one single moment, I wished the child gone. Not just out of me, but out of this world."

"By some people, I meant the Angry Women. They were the ones who called me a tradwife, who said 'trad' like it was short for something evil, like traditional wasn't a fine word in any sane person's universe. But these women were not sane, nor were they happy."

"People think they want minimalism, they think they want a house absent of stuff, when in fact a perfectly uncluttered home makes them want to kill themselves. A space must always look lived-in for someone to want to live in it."

>La aventura de los planos del Bruce-Partington
"—Tiene usted razón, Holmes. No nos queda más remedio que ir.
Él se levantó de un salto y me estrechó la mano.
—Sabía que no se acobardaría en el último momento —dijo, y por un instante vi algo en sus ojos que fue lo más parecido a la ternura que jamás he visto en ellos. Al instante siguiente, había vuelto a ser la persona dominante y práctica de siempre".