160 Quotes About Feyre

—¿Adónde vamos?La sonrisa de Rhys se ensanchó cada vez más.—A Velaris, la Ciudad de la Luz de las estrellas.–Capítulo 13, pág. 129

Don’t you—you don’t want your own space?”“No,” he said baldly. “Unless you do. I need you protecting me from our enemies with your water-wolves.

I sipped from my wine. "And if he had grabbed me?"There was nothing but uncompromising will in his eyes. "Then I would have torn apart the world to get you back.

Cassian miró a Rhys de arriba abajo, el pelo largo hasta los hombros en movimiento.—Muy a la moda hoy, hermano. Y además has obligado a vestir a la pobre Fyre. —Me hizo un guiño había algo tallado toscamente en esos rasgos..., como si lo hubieran fabricado con viento, tierra y llamas y todas las formas civilizadas que lo cubrían fueran solo un inconveniente.–Capítulo 16, pág. 155

Feyre!" someone roared. No, not someone - Rhysand.

And then I would go home to Velaris, where I would finally walk through the artists' quarter, and enter those shops and galleries and learn what they knew, and maybe - maybe one day - I would open my own shop. Not to sell my work, but to teach others.Maybe teach the others who were like me: broken in places and trying to fight it - trying to learn who they were around the dark and the pain. And I would go home at the end of every day exhausted but content - fulfilled.Happy.

I turned. “I was asking about Jurian, the king, the queens, and the Cauldron, but I’m glad to know I have so many options where our relationship stands. And that you’ll do whatever I want. I must have you wrapped completely around my finger.” His eyes danced with feline amusement. “Cruel, beautiful thing.

He tugged on the hood, and I savored the shadows and menace and wings.Death on swift wings. That's what I'd call the painting.He said softly, "I love it when you look at me like that."The purr in his voice heated my blood. "Like what?""Like my power isn't something to run from. Like you see me.

So I said, "He is lucky to have all of you.""No," she said softly—more gently than I'd ever heard. "We are lucky to have him, Feyre." I turned from the door. "I have known many High Lord," Amren continued, studying her paper. "Cruel ones, cunning ones, weak ones, powerful ones. But never one that dreamed. Not as he does.""Dreams of what?" I breathed."Of peace. Of freedom. Of a world united, a world thriving, Of something better—for all of us.