You're still lovely," Mor said a bit gently. Elain offered a half smile. "I suppose that war makes wanting things like that unimportant."Mor was quiet for a heartbeat. "Perhaps. But you should not let war steal it from you regardless.

We're all broken," Mor said. "In our own ways - in places no one might see.

Males are horrible creatures, aren’t they?

—Hace quinientos años luché en campos de batalla no muy lejos de esta casa. Luché junto a humanos e inmortales, sangré con ellos. Y voy a volver a estar de pie en este campo de batalla, Nesta Archeron, para proteger esta casa.., para proteger a vuestro pueblo. No puedo pensar en una manera mejor que terminar mi existencia que defendiendo a los que más lo necesitan.Vi una lágrima sobre la mejilla de Nesta. Y vi como Cassian levantaba una mano para enjugársela.–Capítulo 57, pág. 519

To the people who look at the stars and wish, Rhys."Rhys clinked his glass against mine. “To the stars who listen— and the dreams that are answered.

I was not a pet, not a doll, not an animal.I was a survivor, and I was strong.I would not be weak, or helpless again I would not, could not be broken. Tamed.

No one was my master— but I might be master of everything, if I wished. If I dared.

I was not prey any longer, I decided as I eased up to that door.And I was not a mouse.I was a wolf.

Come on, Feyre. We don’t bite. Unless you ask us to.