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“There you are. I've been looking for you.”
― Sarah J Maas

“—Por los que miran las estrellas y piensan «ojaláâ€�, ojalá», Rhys —dije.â€�
“Él hizo sonar su vaso contra el mío.
—Por las estrellas que escuchanâ€� y los sueños que se hacen realidad.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury

“Maybe it'd be a mercy to be ended-
A broad hand gripped my face-gently enough not to hurt, but strong enough to make me look at him. "Don't you ever think that"Rhysand hissed,his eyes livid. "Not for one damned moment.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury

“I look at you and feel like I'm dying. Like I can't breathe. I'm thinking that I want you so badly I can't concentrate half the time I'm around you, and this room is too small for me to properly bed you.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury

“Dying.
I slid to my knees before it, sinking into the bloody moss. “Let me help you. I can heal you.�
I’d do it the same way I’d helped Rhysand. Remove those arrows—and offer it my blood.
I reached for the first one, but a dry, bony hand settled on my wrist. “Your magic �,� it rasped, “is spent. Do not � waste it.�
“I can save you.�
It only gripped my wrist. “I am already gone.�
“What—what can I do?� The words turned thin—brittle.
“Stay �,� it breathed. “Stay � until the end.�
I took its hand in mine. “I’m sorry.� It was all I could think to say. I had done this—I had brought it here.
“I knew,� it gasped, sensing my shift in thoughts. “The tracking � I knew of it.�
“Then why come at all?�
“You � were kind. You � fought your fear. You were � kind,� it said again.
I began crying.
“And you were kind to me,� I said, not brushing away the tears that fell onto its bloodied, tattered robe. “Thank you—for helping me. When no one else would.�
A small smile on that lipless mouth. “Feyre Archeron.� A labored breath. “I told you—to stay with the High Lord. And you did.�
Its warning to me that first time we’d met. “You—you meant Rhys.� All this time. All this time�
“Stay with him � and live to see everything righted.�
“Yes. I did—and it was.�
“No—not yet. Stay with him.�
“I will.� I always would.
Its chest rose—then fell.
“I don’t even know your name,� I whispered. The Suriel—it was a title, a name for its kind.
That small smile again. “Does it matter, Cursebreaker?�
â€Ô¨±ð²õ.â€�
Its eyes dimmed, but it did not tell me. It only said, “You should go now. Worse things—worse things are coming. The blood � draws them.�
I squeezed its bony hand, the leathery skin growing colder. “I can stay a while longer.�
I had killed enough animals to know when a body neared death. Soon, now—it would be a matter of breaths.
“Feyre Archeron,� the Suriel said again, gazing at the leafy canopy, the sky peeking through it. A painful inhale. “A request.�
I leaned close. “Anything.�
Another rattling breath. “Leave this world � a better place than how you found it.�
And as its chest rose and stopped altogether, as its breath escaped in one last sigh, I understood why the Suriel had come to help me, again and again. Not just for kindness � but because it was a dreamer.
And it was the heart of a dreamer that had ceased beating inside that monstrous chest.
Its sudden silence echoed into my own.
I laid my head on its chest, on that now-silent vault of bone, and wept.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Wings and Ruin

“Where are we?â€� I breathed, hardly daring to whisper.

Rhys kept his hands within casual reach of his weapons. “In the heart of Prythian, there is a large, empty territory that divides the North and South. At the center of it is our sacred mountain.�

My heart stumbled, and I focused on my steps through the ferns and moss and roots. “This forest,� Rhys went on, “is on the eastern edge of that neutral territory. Here, there is no High Lord. Here, the law is made by who is strongest, meanest, most cunning. And the Weaver of the Wood is at the top of their food chain.�

The trees groaned—though there was no breeze to shift them. No, the air here was tight and stale. “Amarantha didn’t wipe them out?�

“Amarantha was no fool,� Rhys said, his face dark. “She did not touch these creatures or disturb the wood. For years, I tried to find ways to manipulate her to make that foolish mistake, but she never bought it.�

“And now we’re disturbing her—for a mere test.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury

“My darkness sang his own a lullaby”
― Sarah J Maas (A Court Of Mist And Fury)

“Ditelo anche agli altri.
Non entrate nella sua cella e non toccatela, altrimenti vi costringerò a prendere i pugnali e a sventravi da soli.
Intesi?
-Rhysand, Corte di Rose e Spine.
Capitolo 38”
― Sarah J. Maas

“I heard you begging someone, anyone, to rescue you, to get you out. I heard you say no.â€� “I didn’t say anything.”
― sarah j maas

“Sometimes, you unwittingly have a shield up—sometimes, when emotion seems to be running strong, that shield vanishes. And sometimes, when those shields are open, you might as well be standing at the gates to your mind, shouting your thoughts across the bridge to me. Sometimes I hear them; sometimes I don’t.â€�

One of my favourite moments.”
― sarah j maas

“Why do you think I’m doing this?â€� He waved a hand to me.
“Because you’re a monster.�
He laughed. “True, but I’m also a pragmatist.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury