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"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

"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?"