And I wondered if love was too weak a word for what he felt, what he’d done for me. For what I felt for him.

I love you,’ he whispered, and kissed my brow. ‘Thorns and all.

I threw myself into that fire, threw myself into it, into him, and let myself burn.

I love you," I said, and stabbed him.

So I’m your huntress and thief?” His hands slid down to cup the backs of my knees as he said with a roguish grin, “You are my salvation, Feyre.

I was as unburdened as a piece of dandelion fluff, and he was the wind that stirred me about the world.

It took me a long while to realize that Rhysand, whether he knew it or not, had effectively kept me from shattering completely.

A world divided was not a world that could thrive.

To the stars who listen───── and the dreams that are answered.