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“Dusk had fallen. Outside the lanterns in the garden were being lit, a string of stars strewn across the grounds. She had missed this room, who Nikolai became in this room, the man who for a moment might let the mantle of king fall away, who trusted her enough to close his eyes and fall in to dreams as she stood watch. She needed to get back to the Little Palace, check on Princess Ehri, talk to Tamar, forge a plan. But this might be the last time she saw him this way.
At last she rose and turned down the lights.
"Don't go," he said, still half asleep.
"I have to bathe. I smell like a forest fire."
"You smell like wildflowers. You always do. What can I say to make you stay?" His words trailed off in to a drowsy mumble as he fell back asleep.
Tell me it's more than war and worry that makes you speak those words. Tell me what they would mean if you weren't a king and I weren't a soldier. But she didn't want to hear any of that, not really. Sweet words and grand declarations were for other people, other lives.
She brushed the hair back from his face, planted a kiss on his forehead. "I would stay forever if I could," she whispered. He wouldn't remember anyway.”
― Rule of Wolves
At last she rose and turned down the lights.
"Don't go," he said, still half asleep.
"I have to bathe. I smell like a forest fire."
"You smell like wildflowers. You always do. What can I say to make you stay?" His words trailed off in to a drowsy mumble as he fell back asleep.
Tell me it's more than war and worry that makes you speak those words. Tell me what they would mean if you weren't a king and I weren't a soldier. But she didn't want to hear any of that, not really. Sweet words and grand declarations were for other people, other lives.
She brushed the hair back from his face, planted a kiss on his forehead. "I would stay forever if I could," she whispered. He wouldn't remember anyway.”
― Rule of Wolves
“I couldn't erase the creeping feeling that someone still watched me, curious and wanting to play.”
― A Court of Thorns and Roses
― A Court of Thorns and Roses
“Immediately after that fate-filled evening in May, the phone booth in its entirety had been confiscated by the Homicide Unit as embodying significant criminal evidence of murder. More accurately, though, the booth was like an envelope encapsulating the entire crime scene, including splattered skull fragments.”
― Macom Farm
― Macom Farm
“...the house let out a groan.
Like the wood itself was being warped, the house began to moan and shudder- the coloured glass lights in my room tinkling.
I jolted upright, twisting to the open window. Clear skies, nothing-
Nothing but the darkness leaking into my room from the hall door.
I knew that darkness. A kernel of it lived in me.
It rushed in from the cracks of the door like a flood. The house shuddered again.
I vaulted from bed, yanked the door open, and darkness swept past me on a phantom wind, full of stars and flapping wings and- pain.
So much pain, and despair, and guilt and fear.
I hurtled into the hall, utterly blind in the impenetrable dark. But there was a thread between us, and I followed it- to where I knew his room was. I fumbled for the handle, then-
More night and stars and wind poured out, my hair whipping around me, and I lifted an arm to shield my face as I edged into the room. 'Rhysand.'
No response. But I could feel him there- feel that lifeline between us.
I followed it until my shins banged into what had to be his bed. 'Rhysand,' I said over the wind and dark. The house shook, the floor-boards clattering under my feet. I patted the bed, feeling sheets and blankets and down, and then-
Then a hard taut, male body. But the bed was enormous, and I couldn't get a grip on him. 'Rhysand!'
Around and around darkness swirled, the beginning and end of the world.”
― A Court of Mist and Fury
Like the wood itself was being warped, the house began to moan and shudder- the coloured glass lights in my room tinkling.
I jolted upright, twisting to the open window. Clear skies, nothing-
Nothing but the darkness leaking into my room from the hall door.
I knew that darkness. A kernel of it lived in me.
It rushed in from the cracks of the door like a flood. The house shuddered again.
I vaulted from bed, yanked the door open, and darkness swept past me on a phantom wind, full of stars and flapping wings and- pain.
So much pain, and despair, and guilt and fear.
I hurtled into the hall, utterly blind in the impenetrable dark. But there was a thread between us, and I followed it- to where I knew his room was. I fumbled for the handle, then-
More night and stars and wind poured out, my hair whipping around me, and I lifted an arm to shield my face as I edged into the room. 'Rhysand.'
No response. But I could feel him there- feel that lifeline between us.
I followed it until my shins banged into what had to be his bed. 'Rhysand,' I said over the wind and dark. The house shook, the floor-boards clattering under my feet. I patted the bed, feeling sheets and blankets and down, and then-
Then a hard taut, male body. But the bed was enormous, and I couldn't get a grip on him. 'Rhysand!'
Around and around darkness swirled, the beginning and end of the world.”
― A Court of Mist and Fury
“Hands- there were hands on my shoulders, shaking me, squeezing me. I thrashed against them, screaming, screaming-
'FEYRE.'
The voice was at once the night and the dawn and the stars and the earth, and every inch of my body calmed at the primal dominance in it.
'Open your eyes,' the voice ordered.
I did.
My throat was raw, my mouth full of ash, my face soaked and sticky, and Rhysand- Rhysand was hovering above me, his eyes wide.
'It was a dream,' he said, his breathing as hard as mine.
The moonlight trickling through the windows illuminated the dark lines of swirling tattoos down his arm, his shoulders, across his sculpted chest. Like the ones I bore on my arm. He scanned my face. 'A dream,' he said again.
Velaris. I was in Velaris, at his house. And I had- my dream-
The sheets, the blankets were ripped. Shredded. But not with a knife. And that ashy, smoky taste coating my mouth...
My hand was unnervingly steady as I lifted it to find my fingers ending in simmering embers. Living claws of flame that had sliced through my bed linens like they were cauterising wounds-”
― A Court of Mist and Fury
'FEYRE.'
The voice was at once the night and the dawn and the stars and the earth, and every inch of my body calmed at the primal dominance in it.
'Open your eyes,' the voice ordered.
I did.
My throat was raw, my mouth full of ash, my face soaked and sticky, and Rhysand- Rhysand was hovering above me, his eyes wide.
'It was a dream,' he said, his breathing as hard as mine.
The moonlight trickling through the windows illuminated the dark lines of swirling tattoos down his arm, his shoulders, across his sculpted chest. Like the ones I bore on my arm. He scanned my face. 'A dream,' he said again.
Velaris. I was in Velaris, at his house. And I had- my dream-
The sheets, the blankets were ripped. Shredded. But not with a knife. And that ashy, smoky taste coating my mouth...
My hand was unnervingly steady as I lifted it to find my fingers ending in simmering embers. Living claws of flame that had sliced through my bed linens like they were cauterising wounds-”
― A Court of Mist and Fury
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