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"No, I'm not choosing him or you. I'm choosing me."
- YES QUEEN

"Maxon, I hope you find someone you can't live without. I really do. And I hope you never have to know what it's like to have to try and live without them."

"Oh, yes. She's still here," Maxon said, not letting his eyes wander from Gavril's face. "And I plan on keeping her here for quite a while."

I met his hooded gaze as I spoke the words that I knew would be his undoing in this little game, the words that were rising up in me with every breath. "You're mine."

His fingers threaded through my hair, tilting my face up. The wicked smile grew, and my toes curled in their boots. "There's my darling Feyre."
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I shake my head, dismissing his claim. “You don’t know me.” “I know my brother is the only one who’s gotten to taste you on his fingers and what it feels like to be inside of you. And I can’t wait until my turn.”

“Nobody gets to touch you but us, Pigeon.” Trotter’s muscles ripple up his arms. Someone knocks on the door and he shouts at them to go away. “You’re ours,” Crest says. His mouth sucks on the cleavage spilling over my dress. I want more. I want so much more. “Let go, Everest.” “Cry out for him, Little Bird."

"Nobody gets to touch you but us, Pigeon." Trotter's muscles ripple up his arms. ...
"You're ours," Crest says. ...
"Let go Everest." "Cry out for him, Little Bird."

"Nobody gets to touch you but us, Pigeon." Trotter's muscles ripple up his arms. ...
"You're ours," Crest says. ...
"Let go Everest." "Cry out for him, Little Bird."

He flicked my nose. "I fell in love with you, smartass, because you were one of us - because you weren't afraid of me, and you decided to end your spectacular victory by throwing that piece of bone at Amarantha like a javelin. I felt Cassian's spirit beside me in that moment, and could have sworn I heard him say, 'If you don't marry her, you stupid prick, I will.'

I did not mind stepping out of the shadows, did not mind even being in the shadows to begin with, so long as he was with me. My friend through so many dangers - who had fought for me when no one else would, even myself.

"So I'm your huntress and thief?"
His hands slid down to cup the backs of my knees as he said with a roguish grin, "You are my salvation, Feyre."

I waited for the fear to hit; waited for my body to shriek to find a way to get out of this dinner, but... nothing. Maybe it'd be a mercy to be ended -

A broad hand gripped my face - gently enough not to hurt, but hard enough to make me look at him. "Don't you ever think that," Rhysand hissed, his eyes livid. "Not for one damned moment."

"I love you," he whispered, and kissed my brow. "Thorns and all."

I was as unburdened as a piece of dandelion fluff, and he was the wind that stirred me about the world.

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"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." The wrathful jealousy faded away like morning dew as he smiled at my painting. "This reminds me of it."
"Of What?" I breathed.
He lowered the painting, looking right at me, right into me. "That I'm not alone."
I didn't lock my bedroom door that night.

A jeweled hunting knife.
"I heard you scream," he said as I examined the blade in my hands. I'd never held one so finely crafted, so perfectly balanced. "And I hesitated. Not long, but I hesitated before I came running. Even though Tam got there in time, I still broke my word in those seconds I waited." He jerked his chin at the knife. "It's yours. Don't bury it in my back, please."

I saw then how I had changed. I did not mind anymore that I lost when we raced and I lost when we swam out to the rocks and I lost when we tossed spears or skipped stones. For who can be ashamed to lose to such beauty?

"If you can't see by now that you belong to me," Fox told him quietly, "then you're a bigger fool than I am, Brandt Solberg."
Shuddering, Brant closed his eyes.
"Deny it if you like, but you're mine, godling," Fox whispered

You are restrained by the limitations of your own smallness. You are caged by the littleness of what you are.

Bridget felt better than heaven. She felt like home.

" "You have a bucket list?”
“One, go someplace where no one knows or cares who I am. Two, eat and read and sunbathe all day without having to worry about an event later or waking up early the next day. Three, do an adrenaline rush activity my grandfather will yell at me for, like bungee jumping. And four, have an orgasm I didn’t give myself." "It's been a while." "

“I’d rather you hate me alive than love me dead."

"I don't deserve you. Never have and never will, so long as I live."