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“We can only climb the mountains because there’s a valley that makes the mountain a mountain.”
― Craig D. Lounsbrough

“In most cases, the louder that you’re talking the less that you’re saying.”
― Craig D. Lounsbrough

“I'll come with you,' I said softly to Tamlin, to Lucien, shifting on his feet, 'if you leave them alone. Let them go.'

You do not hold me.

Tamlin's face contorted with wrath. 'They're monsters. They're-' He didn't finish as he stalked across the floor to grab me. To drag me out of here, then no doubt winnow away.

You do not hold me.

The fist gripping my power relaxed. Vanished.

Tamlin lunged for me over the few feet that remained. So fast- too fast-

I became mist and shadow.

I winnowed beyond his reach. The king let out a low laugh as Tamlin stumbled.

And went sprawling as Rhysand's fist connected with his face.

Panting, I retreated right into Rhysand's arms as one looped around my waist, as Azriel's blood on him soaked into my back. Behind us, Mor leaped in to fill the space Rhys had vacated, slinging Azriel's arm over her shoulders.
...
Tamlin rose, wiping the blood now trickling from his nose as he backed to where Lucien held his position with a hand on his sword.

But just as Tamlin neared his Emissary, he staggered a step. His face went white with rage.

And I knew Tamlin understood a moment before the king laughed. 'I don't believe it. Your bride left you only to find her mate. The Mother has a warped sense of humour, it seems. And what a talent- tell me, girl; how did you unravel that spell?'

I ignored him. But the hatred in Tamlin's eyes made my knees buckle. 'I'm sorry,' I said, and meant it.

Tamlin's eyes were on Rhysand, his face near-feral. 'You,' he snarled, the sound more animal than Fae. 'What did you do to her?”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Thorns and Roses

“At the point that an organization becomes militant, it has in that act revealed the impotency of its message. For it is apparent that the appeal of the message is insufficient to capture the imagination of the masses. And we would be wise to remember that fear never captures imagination.”
― Craig D. Lounsbrough

“I took a step toward Tamlin. 'What have you done?'

The King of Hybern said from his throne, 'We made a bargain. I give you over, and he agrees to let my forces enter Prythian through his territory. And then use it as a base as we remove that ridiculous wall.'

I shook my head. Lucien refused to meet the pleading stare I threw his way.

'You're insane,' Cassian hissed.

Tamlin held out a hand. 'Feyre.' And order- like I was no better than a summoned dog.

I made no movement. I had to get free, had to get that damn power free.

'You,' the king said, pointing a thick finger at me, 'are a very difficult female to get ahold of. Of course, we've also agreed that you'll work for me once you've been returned home to your husband, but... Is it husband-to-be, or husband? I can't remember.'

Lucien glanced between us all, face paling. 'Tamlin,' he murmured.

But Tamlin didn't lower the hand stretched toward me. 'I'm taking you home.'

I backed up a step- toward where Rhysand still held Azriel with Cassian.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury

“The king jerked his chin at my left arm. 'Break that bond between you two.'

'Please,' I whispered.

'How else is Tamlin to have his bride? He can't very well have a wife who runs off to another male once a month.'

Rhys remained silent, though his grip tightened on Azriel. Observing- weighing, sorting through the lock on his power. The thought of that silence between our souls being permanent...

My voice cracked as I said to Tamlin, still at the opposite end of the crude half circle we'd formed before the dais. 'Don't. Don't let him. I told you- I told you that I was fine. That I left-'

'You weren't well,' Tamlin snarled. 'He used that bond to manipulate you. Why do you think I was gone so often? I was looking for a way to get you free. And you left.'

'I left because I was going to die in that house.'

The King of Hybern clicked his tongue. 'Not what you expected, is it?'

Tamlin growled at him, but again held out his hand toward me. 'Come home with me. Now.'

'No.'

'Feyre.' An unflinching command.

Rhys was barely breathing- barely moving.

And I realised... realised it was to keep his scent from becoming apparent. Our scent. Our mating bond.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury