QUOTE WEDNESDAY- ACOMAF

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Please read with caution as these are quotes from the second installment in the A Court Of Thrones and Roses Series by Sarah J. Maas and it contains spoilers. 


 

 

QUOTE WEDNESDAY

A Court Of Mist and Fury Edition:

“Oh it drives him insane,” Rhys said from behind me, and I jumped. But the High Lord was circling me. I crossed my arms as he paused and smirked. “You look like a woman again.”

“You really know how to compliment females, cousin,” Mor said, and patted him on the shoulder as she spotted an acquaintance and went to say hello.”

“There you are. I’ve been looking for you.”

“I’d have my happy ending, whether I deserved it or not. But this land, these people – they would have their happy ending too. The first few steps toward healing. Toward peace. And then things would be fine.
Then I’d be fine.”

“But here- tonight… the benefits outweighed the costs.”
“Is that also what you told yourself when you went into my mind?
What was the benefit then?”

Rhys pushed off the door, crossing to where I sat on the bed. “There are parts of your mind I left undisturbed, things that belong solely to you, and always will. And as for the rest ….” His jaw clenched. “You scared the shit out of me for long while, Feyre. Checking in that way…. I couldn’t very well stroll into the Spring court ans ask how you were doing, could I?”

“Scattered throughout, dwelling as they wish. Just as you are now free to roam where you wish.” “I wish to roam home.” Rhys”

“But I wouldn’t sit in my room, couldn’t allow myself to mourn and mope and weep and sleep. So I would venture out, even if it was an agony…”

“You know, I think it might be very easy to love you, too, Feyre. Easier to be your friend.” I”

“Everyone wants to talk-talk-talk. Can’t we eat-eat-eat, and then talk?”

“Not bad,” Rhys said, peering over my shoulder. He’d appeared moments before, a healthy distance away, and if I didn’t want to startle me. As if he’d known about the time Tamlin had crept up behind me, and panic hit me so hard I’d knocked him on his ass with a punch to his stomach. I’d blocked it put – the shock on Tam’s face, how easy it had been to take him off his feet, the humiliation of having my stupid terror so out in the open…”

“All I wanted was to return to – to the people around me. I wanted it badly enough I didn’t have room for fear. The worst had happened, and the darkness was calm and quiet. It did not seem like a bad thing to fade into. But I wanted to go home.”

“That I might always be a little bit vicious or restless. That I might crave peace, but never a cage of comfort.”

“Rhysand is the most handsome High Lord. Rhysand is the most delightful High Lord. Rhysand is the most cunning High Lord.”

“I once lived in a place where the opinion of others mattered. It suffocated me, nearly broke me. So you’ll understand me, Feyre, when I say that I know what you feel, and I know what they tried to do to you, and that with enough courage, you can say to hell with a reputation.” Her voice gentled, and the tension between them all faded with it. “You do what you love, what you need.”

“But I met his stare as I clinked my glass against his, the crystal ringing clear and bright over the crashing sea far below, and said, “To the people who look at the stars and wish, Rhys.” He picked up his glass, his gaze so piercing that I wondered why I had bothered blushing at all for Tarquin. Rhys clinked his glass against mine. “To the stars who listen—and the dreams that are answered.”

“The Court of Dreams. The people who knew that there was a price, and one worth paying, for that dream. The bastard-born warriors, the Illyrian half-breed, the monster trapped in a beautiful body, the dreamer born into a court of nightmares … And the huntress with an artist’s soul.”

“Nowadays, most women wed, bear children, and then plan their children’s marriages. Some of the poor might work in the fields, and a rare few are mercenaries or hired soldiers, but … the wealthier they are, the more restricted their freedoms and roles become. You’d think that money would buy you the ability to do whatever you pleased.”

“The issue isn’t whether he loved you, its how much. Too much. Love can be poison.”

“I inclined my head slightly, and lowered my shield only long enough to say down the bond: To the dreams that answered.
A heartbeat later a sensual caress trailed along my mental shields—a polite request. I let it drop, let him in, and his voice filled my head. To the huntresses who remember to reach back for those less fortunate—and water-wraiths who swim very, very fast.

“If he didn’t walk away when I voiced what I wanted: him.
Not the High Lord, not the most powerful male in Pyrthian’s history. Just….him. The person who had sent music into that cell; who had picked up that knife in Amarantha’s throne room to fight for me when no one else dared, and who had kept fighting for me every day since, refusing to let me crumble and disappear into nothing.”

“I’m thinking that I must have been a fool in love to allow myself to be shown so little of the Spring Court. I’m thinking there’s a great deal of that territory I was never allowed to see or hear about and maybe I would have lived in ignorance forever like some pet. I’m thinking . . . I’m thinking that I was a lonely, hopeless person, and I might have fallen in love with the first thing that showed me a hint of kindness and safety. And I’m thinking maybe he knew that – maybe not actively, but maybe he wanted to be that person for someone. And maybe that worked for who I was before. Maybe it doesn’t work for who – what I am now.”

“A protector—that’s who he was, and would always be. What I had wanted when I was cold and hard and joyless; what I had needed to melt the ice of bitter years on the cusp of starvation. I didn’t have the nerve to wonder what I wanted or needed now. Who I had become.”

“There are different kinds of darkness,” Rhys said. I kept my eyes shut. “There is the darkness that frightens, the darkness that soothes, the darkness that is restful.” I pictured each. “There is the darkness of lovers, and the darkness of assassins. It becomes what the bearer wishes it to be, needs it to be. It is not wholly bad or good.”

 

 


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