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There’s a red welt across the center of it, and the second I notice, both my palms begin to throb.

A welt…but not actively bleeding?
up until now all riders were bleeding, prior to binding a dragon — Dain is hurt, but not actively bleeding, or at least there nothing hinting at it. Could he be Venin? Could his mum?

“Now, you get in there and claim your green.”
“I’m thinking of a red.”
He blanches. “Oh, no. A red would be too ill-tempered for you. Listen to me on this, son. I’m speaking from experience. You should approach a green"

Why…why isn’t he keen on Dain bonding a red?
What does he know? Was Dains mother bonded to a red? Why is he scared of Dain bonding a red. I NEED ANSWERS

“Tell me if they break the Codex.”

but it’s Dain just wanting to make his Dad proud and following his orders —> not knowing that it would ultimately lead to Athebyne being attacked with Violet in it and LIAM DYING

Mom took off while we were stationed in Luceras. Considering Dad swears it was because Mom inferred he wasn’t capable of protecting her with the Tyrs rebelling,

Did she turn Venin while she was fighting along the border and General Aeros made her leave? And that’s why he’s so over protective of Dain?

Thank gods Violet is headed into the Scribe Quadrant next year, because Riorson would probably break every rule in the Codex to kill her.

Hold that thought
Let me come back to this when you watch Riorson break a rule in the codex NOT to kill Violet, but to save her instead :)

What we think to be our greatest weakness can sometimes be our biggest strength.
The most unlikely person can alter the course of history.

"Twin ravens are coming, one white and one black."

"Upon the orders of our ruler, we had just laid waste to twin cities, smote them wholly into rubble on the plain, and yet they fled from that rip in the world."
"What were you,"
"A messenger— and soldier-assassin. For a wrathful god who ruled a young world."

WHAT is amren?

Rhys held out a hand for me to ascend the dais steps.
Toward that solitary throne.
Rhys only winked as he gracefully escorted me right into that throne
The crowd murmured as I sat, the black stone bitingly cold against my bare thighs.
They outright gasped as Rhys simply perched on the arm of the throne, smirked at me, and said to the Court of Nightmares, "Bow."

CINEMAAAA

"Azriel," Rhys said, "has been preoccupied with the same female for the past five hundred years."
"Wouldn't the mating bond have snapped into place for them if it exists?"
Rhys's eyes shuttered. "I think that is a question Azriel has been asking himself every day since he met Mor."

If after ACOTAR6, something happens between Az and either Elain or Gwyn and he’s still wondering about Mor—he can honestly fuck off

"A mating bond can be rejected. Even so," Rhys went on, "there will always be a ... tug. For the females, it is usually easier to ignore, but the males... It can drive them mad. Even after the bond is rejected, they see her as belonging to them. Sometimes they return to challenge the male she chooses for herself. Sometimes it ends in death."

Interesting 🤔

Nesta was stomping through the front door, her face a remarkable shade of green. "I need toilet."
I met Rhys's stare as he prowled in behind her, hands in his pockets.
*What did you do?*
*She complained that I was flying deliberately slow. So I went fast.*
Nesta's retching filled the silence.
Cassian sighed at the ceiling "She'll never fly again"

Lucien's attention went right to the hallway toward the back, his nostrils flaring as he scented Elain's direction. And who she'd gone with.
A low snarl slipped out of him—
"Relax," Rhys said. "Ariel isn't the ravishing type."

Are you sure about that😏😏

Azriel smiled faintly "Would you like me to show you the garden?"
Elain did not balk from him, did not shy away as she nodded—Just once
Azriel offered her an arm. I couldn't tell if she was looking at his blue Siphon or at his scarred skin beneath as she breathed "Beautiful"
Color bloomed high on Azriel's golden-brown cheeks, but he inclined his head in thanks and led my sister toward the back doors into the garden

"How old are you, Pupkin?" Barb asked.
"Five," Pupkin said, soft, like a whisper. "Pupkin five."
"And have you always been Pupkin?" Barb asked.
Pupkin shook his head.
"What did your name used to be?" Barb asked.
"Freddie," he said softly. Then louder: "Freddie."
"Oh my God," Mark said.
"Our uncle Freddie," Mark said, low and urgent. "Mom's brother. He was five."

Omg😨

"I can hear the sea. Even at night. Even in my dreams. The crashing sea—and the screams of a bird made of fire. Will the bird of fire come to sit in the trees and watch me?"

"Would you be frightened of her, if Nesta was-Death? Or if her power came from it?"
Cassian said at last, "I'm a warrior. I've walked beside Death my entire life. I would be more afraid for her, to have that power. But not afraid of her.
Nothing about Nesta could frighten me."

[insert quote from ACOSF here where nesta steps out the lake]

Fae warrior to trick Stryga into diminishing her power and becoming confined to the Middle. Koschei, too-confined and bound by his little lake on the continent.
Clever, that Fae warrior. Her bloodline is long gone now though a trace still runs through some human line. No one remembers her name. But I do
"She could not kill them in the end they were too strong. They could only be contained."

The Carver traced three overlapping, interlocked circles in the dirt.
"You have met my sister—my twin. The Weaver, as you now call her. I knew her as Stryga. She, and our older brother, Koschei."

"How they trembled when she emerged. She took something something precious. She ripped it out with her teeth. What came out was not what went in. How lovely she is—new as a fawn and yet ancient as the sea. How she calls to you. A queen, as my sister once was. Terrible and proud; beautiful as a winter sunrise
Nesta

Dark-haired, with eyes of crushing blue.
I started at the child's face
It was Rhysand's face. The coloring, the eyes... it was my mate's face.
But the Carver's full, wide mouth, curled into that hideous smile... That was my mouth. My father's mouth.
The High Lord's son. My son. Our son. Should we survive long enough to bear him.

"Where's Poppy?"
Poppy stood in the middle of her brightly colored rag carpet.
"Kakawewe!" Poppy screeched in a familiar, squeaky voice. "How do dee do?"
Pupkin waved to Louise, dancing from side to side, on Poppy's arm.

Oh no😨 I got chills all over my body. The terror. Oh no

The bedroom door stood open
She scanned the room and her vision swarmed with black spots as she tried to see into the shadows. Something on the other side of the room, something low to the floor, inhaled quietly, wet and thick.
Something alive was in the room with her
Pupkin

Oh hell naaahhh I’d haul ass outta there

“Do you go by Colt? Or only Colton?”
She can call me whatever the fuck she wants.

Down bad

“I want my cum dripping out of that sweet cunt, princess. That way, when you wake up in the morning with Nate’s head between your legs, you know he’s tasting me.”