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“Amren put a hand above Nesta's heart. "That's the key, isn't it? To know the darkness will always remain, but how you choose to face it, handle it... that's the most important part. To not let it consume. To focus upon the good, the things that fill you with wonder." She gestured to the stars zooming past. "The struggle with that darkness is worth it, just to see such things.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A 鈥婥ourt of Silver Flames

“Never again.
Never again would she be weak.
Never again would she be at someone鈥檚 mercy.
Never again would she fail.
Never again, never again, never again.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A 鈥婥ourt of Silver Flames

“Rhys lifted his head. "This is a bad idea."

Cassian winked. "That should be written on the Night Court crest.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A 鈥婥ourt of Silver Flames

“Nesta had loved Cassian since she'd first laid eyes on him. Had loved him even when she did not want to, even when she had been swallowed by despair and fear and hatred. Had loved him and destroyed herself because she didn't believe she deserved him, because he was all that was good, and brave, and kind, and she loved him, she loved him, she loved him”
― Sarah J. Maas, A 鈥婥ourt of Silver Flames

“Gwyn whispered, "I am the rock against which the surf crashes." Nesta straightened at the words, as if they were a prayer and a summons. Gwyn lifted the blade. "Nothing can break me."

Cassian's throat tightened, and even from across the ring he could see Nesta's eyes gleaming with pride and pain.

Emerie said, "Nothing can break us ."

The world seemed to pause at the words. As if it had been following one path and now branched off in another direction. In a hundred years, a thousand, this moment would still be etched in his mind. That he would tell his children, his grandchildren, Right then and there. That was when it all changed.

Azriel went wholly still, as if he, too, had felt the shift. As if he, too, were aware that far larger forces peered into that training ring as Gwyn moved.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A 鈥婥ourt of Silver Flames

“But I still don鈥檛 know how to fix myself.鈥�
鈥淭here鈥檚 nothing broken to be fixed,鈥� he said fiercely.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A 鈥婥ourt of Silver Flames

“Power lay in her hand. Death gripped her by the other.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Silver Flames

“I want to take the road that no one dares travel, and I want to travel it with you two. No matter what may befall us. Not as Illyrians, not for their titles but as something new . To prove to them, to everyone, that something new and different might triumph over their rules and restrictions.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A 鈥婥ourt of Silver Flames

“She tried and failed to muster the shame. But nothing came. Nothing at all. There was anger, occasionally. Sharp, hot anger that sliced her. But most of the time it was silence. Ringing, droning silence.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Frost and Starlight

“She hadn't felt anything in months. Had days when she didn't really know where she was or what she'd done. They passed swiftly and yet dripped by. So did the months. She'd blinked, and winter had fallen. Blinked, and her body had turned too thin. As hollow as she felt.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Frost and Starlight

“What is it you want to know?" Nesta asked carefully.

Bryce glanced between them. "How'd you two meet?"

"There was a war," Nesta said shortly.

"Between who?" Bryce asked.

Azriel answered this time. "Between an evil Fae King and us."

"You two, or like . . . everyone?"

Nesta gave her a withering look, "Yes, the King of Hybern declared war on just me and Azriel.”
― Sarah J. Maas, House of Flame and Shadow

“You two came looking for me.'

'Of course we did,' Emerie said, interlacing her hand with Gwyn's, then Nesta's, and squeezing tightly. 'It's what sisters do.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A 鈥婥ourt of Silver Flames

“Her friends had made it... but she did not want to die.

She wanted to live, and live well, and live happily.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A 鈥婥ourt of Silver Flames

“Gwyn threw her arms around Nesta. 'I heard you might need us.' Nesta was so stunned to see the priestess that she returned the hug.

Mor, a step behind, gave her a concerned nod, and then winnowed away.

Emerie was the one to say to Gwyn, 'I can't believe you left the library.'

Gwyn stroked Nesta's head. 'Some things are more important than fear.' She cleared her throat. 'But please don't remind me too much. I'm so nervous I really might vomit.'

Even Nesta smiled at that.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A 鈥婥ourt of Silver Flames

“I refuse to leave you here.'

Emerie's pained face told Nesta enough: she understood. Saw the logic.

Nesta said to Gwyn. 'It is the only way.'

Gwyn screamed. 'IT IS NOT THE ONLY WAY!' And then she was sobbing. 'I will not abandon you to them. They will kill you.'

'You need to go,' Nesta said, even as her hands began shaking. 'Now.'

'No,' Gwyn wept. 'No, I won't. I'll face it with you.'

Something deep in Nesta's chest cracked. Cracked open completely, and what lay within bloomed, full and bright and pure.

She wrapped her arms around Gwyn. Let her friend sob into her chest. 'I'll face it with you,' Gwyn whispered, over and over again. 'Promise me we'll face it together.'

Nesta couldn't stop her tears. The chill wind froze them on her cheeks. 'I promise,' she breathed, stroking Gwyn's matted hair. 'I promise.'

Gwyn sobbed, and Nesta let herself sob with her, squeezing her tightly. Letting her stroking hand come to rest on Gwyn's neck.

A pinch in the right spot, exactly on the pressure point Cassina had shown her, and it was done.

Gwyn went down. Unconscious.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A 鈥婥ourt of Silver Flames

“Do it for the miniature pegasus,' Emerie said. Cassian had no idea what it meant, but Gwyn's lips twitched upward.

Nesta laughed.

The sound might as well have been a lightning strike to his head for how much it rocked him, that laugh. Free and light and so unlike anything he'd ever heard from her that even Azriel blinked. A true laugh. 'The miniature pegasus,' Nesta said, 'was an illusion. And is now back in his make-believe meadow.'

'He loved Gwyn most,' Emerie teased. 'Despite your efforts to woo him.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A 鈥婥ourt of Silver Flames

“What do you want to hear?" Bryce asked, opening her music library.

Nesta and Azriel swapped glances, and the male answered a bit sheepishly, "The music you played at your pleasure halls."

Bryce laughed, "Are you a club rat, Azriel?"

He glowered at her, earning a smirk from Nesta, but Bryce played one of her dance tunes - a zippy blend of thumping bass and saxophones. And as the three of them walked into the endless dark, she could have sworn she caught Azriel nodding along to the beat.”
― Sarah J. Maas, House of Flame and Shadow

“You're as much of a monster as they are," Nesta accused.
Bryce knew. She'd always known. "Love will do that to you.”
― Sarah J. Maas, House of Flame and Shadow

“Ember at last pulled away from Nesta. But she gently put a hand to the female鈥檚 cheek and whispered, 鈥淵ou鈥檒l find your way,鈥� before walking to the portal.
Bryce could have sworn there were tears in Nesta鈥檚 eyes as her mother stepped back into Midgard.
But those tears were gone when Nesta met Bryce鈥檚 stare. And Cassian, like any good mate, sensed when he wasn鈥檛 wanted, and walked over to the fireplace to pretend to read some sort of old-looking manuscript. Bryce knew that, also like any good mate, if she made one wrong move, he鈥檇 rip her to shreds. Which was precisely why Hunt had come back into the room, and was watching Nesta carefully.
鈥淎lphaholes,鈥� Nesta echoed, eyes gleaming with amusement.
Bryce chuckled and drew the Starsword. Again, Cassian tensed, but Bryce just offered it to Nesta. The female took it, blinking.
鈥淵ou said you had an eight-pointed star tattooed on you,鈥� Bryce explained. 鈥淎nd you found the chamber with the eight-pointed star in the Prison, too.鈥�
Nesta lifted her head. 鈥淪o?鈥�
鈥淪o I want you to take the Starsword.鈥� Bryce held the blade between them. 鈥淕wydion鈥攚hatever you call it here. The age of the Starborn is over on Midgard. It ends with me.鈥�
鈥淚 don鈥檛 understand.鈥�
But Bryce began backing toward the portal, taking Hunt鈥檚 hand, and smiled again at the female, at her mate, at their world, as the Northern Rift began to close. 鈥淚 think that the eight-pointed star was tattooed on you for a reason. Take that sword and go figure out why.”
― Sarah J. Maas, House of Flame and Shadow

“Bryce said, her chest aching. "Your mom must be proud of all your... badassery too."

Nesta's back stiffened. "My mother would be thrashing in her grave if she knew I was a warrior --- if she knew I wore trousers every single day and that I'm mated to a Fae male. I can't tell what would have horrified her more: me marrying a poor human man or becoming what I am now.”
― Sarah J. Maas, House of Flame and Shadow

“Bruce nodded, "This is what we call classical music --- the music performed in the Crescent City Ballet. This is from a ballet called the Glass Coffin." Bryce hit play again, and the violins began.

Again Nesta was silent, knees now clutched to her chest, staring into the darkness. As if she was dedicating every inch of herself to listening.

Bryce tapped her foot along to the melody, reading the expressions stealing across Nesta's face as the music played. Wonder and curiosity, joy and --- longing. Nesta seemed to be thrumming with the music, though she didn't move at all. Like she was coming alive merely listening to the sound.”
― Sarah J. Maas, House of Flame and Shadow

“Though she had fought back against Thomas, against the Cauldron, against the King of Hybern, they had all happened to her. She had survived, but she had been helpless and afraid.

Not today.

Today, she would happen to him.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A 鈥婥ourt of Silver Flames

“The music in your world," Nesta said suddenly, interrupting Bryce's doom spiral. "It's all simply available to anyone?"

"In a way, yes you can find any song, any piece of music, and listen to it whenever you want."

"You have wonders in your world," Nesta said.

Azriel added from a few steps behind them, "And terrors.”
― Sarah J. Maas

“She tried and failed to muster the shame. But nothing came.

Nothing at all.

There was anger, occasionally. Sharp, hot anger that sliced her. But most of the time it was silence. Ringing, droning silence. She hadn't felt anything in months. Had days when she didn't know really know where she was or what she'd done. They passed swiftly and yet dripped by. So did the months. She'd blink, and winter had fallen. Blinked, and her body had turned too thin. As hollow as she felt.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Frost and Starlight

“Never again Never again would she be weak, Never again would she be at someone's mercy, Never again would she fail, never again, never again, never again”
― Sarah J Maas

“Bryce nodded, "This is what we call classical music --- the music performed in the Crescent City Ballet. This is from a ballet called the Glass Coffin." Bryce hit play again, and the violins began.

Again Nesta was silent, knees now clutched to her chest, staring into the darkness. As if she was dedicating every inch of herself to listening.

Bryce tapped her foot along to the melody, reading the expressions stealing across Nesta's face as the music played. Wonder and curiosity, joy and --- longing. Nesta seemed to be thrumming with the music, though she didn't move at all. Like she was coming alive merely listening to the sound.”
― Sarah J. Maas, House of Flame and Shadow

“I am going to tell you that it is not too late, not for any of it. And I can't tell you when, or how, but it will get better.

What you feel, this guilt and pain and self-loathing -- you will get through it. But only if you are willing to fight. Only if you are willing to face it, and embrace it, and walk through it, to emerge on the other side of it.

And maybe you will still feel that tinge of pain, but there is another side.

A better side.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A 鈥婥ourt of Silver Flames

“Nesta is different from most people,' I explained. 'She comes across as rigid and vicious, but I think it's a wall. A shield. I think Nesta feels everything- sees too much; sees and feels it all. And she burns with it. Keeping that wall up helps from being overwhelmed, from caring too greatly.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury

“She tried and failed to muster the shame. But nothing came. Nothing at all. There was anger, occasionally. Sharp, hot anger that sliced her. But most of the time it was silence. Ringing, droning silence.鈥� She hadn't felt anything in months. Had days when she didn't know really know where she was or what she'd done. They passed swiftly and yet dripped by. So did the months. She'd blink, and winter had fallen. Blinked, and her body had turned too thin. As hollow as she felt.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury

“You're as much of a monster as they are,' Nesta accused.
Bryce knew. She'd always known. 'Love will do that to you.”
― Stephanie Garber, A Curse For True Love