160 Quotes About Feyre

Rhys flipped back the lid. A note lay atop the golden metal of the book. I read your letter. About the woman you love.I believe you. And I believe in peace.I believe in a better world.If anyone asks, you stole this during the meeting.Do not trust the others. The sixth queen was not ill.

Regardless of his motives or his methods, Rhysand was keeping me alive. And had done so even before I set foot Under the Mountain.

We moved together, unending and wild and burning, and when I went over the edge the next time, he roared and went with me.

Before you start yelling . . . ,

I'd endure every second of it over again so I could find you.

He studied the threshold to the bedroom hallway. "Azriel, Mor, Amren, and Cassian," he said, marking the eyes I'd painted. "You do know that one of them is going to paint a moustache under the eyes of whoever pisses them off that day."I clamped my lips to keep the smile in. "Oh, Mor already promised to do that.

...there was not enough time in life to waste on hatred. On feeling it and putting it into the world

Thus I became Rhysand's plaything, the harlot of Amarantha's whore.

Rhys casually released me with a flick of his tongue over my bottom lip as a crowd of High Fae appeared behind Amarantha and chimed in with her laughter. Rhysand gave them a lazy, self-indulgent grin and bowed. But something sparked in the queen's eyes as she looked at Rhysand. Amarantha's whore, they'd called him.