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.

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

I found him carefully studying me, his lips in a thin line. “Has anyone ever taken care of you?” he asked quietly.“No.” I’d long since stopped feeling sorry for myself about it.

When you fuck her, have you ever noticed that little noise she makes right before she climaxes?

For him, I had done this-for him I'd gladly wrecked myself and my immortal soul. And now I had an eternity to live with it.

He brought his lips to my ear. "I would have been gentle with you, though." I shuddered as I closed my eyes. Every inch of my body went taut as his words echoed through me. "I would have had you moaning my name throughout it all. And I would have taken a very, very long time, Feyre.

You can’t write, yet you learned to hunt, to survive. How?”I paused with my foot on the threshold. “That’s what happens when you’re responsible for lives other than your own, isn’t it? You do what you have to do.”He was still sitting on the table, still straddling that inner line between the here and now and wherever he’d had to go in his mind to endure the fight with the Bogge. I met his feral and glowing stare.“You aren’t what I expected—for a human.