A Court of Wings and Ruin (A Court of Thorns and Roses, #3) QUOTES

161 " There's no such thing as a High Lady," one of Lucien's brothers spat.
A faint smile played on my mouth. "There is now."
And it was time for the world to know it. "

― Sarah J. Maas , A Court of Wings and Ruin (A Court of Thorns and Roses, #3)

163 " I told you to stay with the High Lord. And you did. "

― Sarah J. Maas , A Court of Wings and Ruin (A Court of Thorns and Roses, #3)

165 " The room behind me was dark. "Thief," intoned a lovely voice in the blackness.

"You do know," Ianthe tittered from outside the cottage, her steps slowing into a walk, "that we'll have to kill whoever is inside there with you. Selfish of you, Feyre."

I panted, holding the door open, making sure they couldn't see me on the other side.

"You have seen my twin," the Weaver hissed softly- with a hint of wonder. "I smell him on you."

Outside, Ianthe and the guard grew closer. Closer and closer.

Somewhere deep in the room, I felt her move. Felt her stand. And take a step toward me.

"What are you," the Weaver breathed.

"Feyre, you can be quite tedious," Ianthe said. Right outside. I could barely make out her pale robes through the crack between the door and the threshold. "Do you think you can ambush us in there? I saw your shield. You're drained. And I do not think your glowing trick will help."

The Weaver's dress rustled as she crept closer in the gloom. "Who did you bring, little wolf? Who did you bring to me?"

Ianthe and her two guards stepped over the threshold. Then another step. Past the open door. They didn't see me in the shadows behind it.

"Dinner," I said to the Weaver, whirling around the door- to it's outside face. And let go of the handle.

Just as the door slammed shut hard enough to rattle the cottage, I saw the ball of faelight that Ianthe lifted to illuminate the room.

Saw the horrible face of the Weaver, that mouth of stumped teeth opening wide with delight and unholy hunger. A death-god of old- starved for life. With a beautiful priestess before her.

I was already hurtling for the trees when the guards and Ianthe began screaming. "

― Sarah J. Maas , A Court of Wings and Ruin (A Court of Thorns and Roses, #3)

167 " If i had not met my cousin, I would never have learned that light can be found even in the darkest of hells. That kindness can thrive even amongst cruelty. "

― Sarah J. Maas , A Court of Wings and Ruin (A Court of Thorns and Roses, #3)

169 " Night Triumphant - and the Stars Eternal.
If he was the sweet, terrifying darkness, I was the glittering light that only his shadows could make clear. "

― Sarah J. Maas , A Court of Wings and Ruin (A Court of Thorns and Roses, #3)

171 " Feyre Archeron,' the Suriel said again, gazing at the leafy canopy, the sky peeking through it. A painful inhale. 'A request.'
I leaned close. 'Anything.'
Another rattling breath. 'Leave this world...a better place than how you found it.'
And as its chest rose and stopped altogether, as its breath escaped in one last sigh, I understood why the Suriel had come to help me, again and again. Not just for kindness...but because it was a dreamer.
And it was the heart of a dreamer that ceased beating inside that monstrous chest. "

― Sarah J. Maas , A Court of Wings and Ruin (A Court of Thorns and Roses, #3)

173 " A gift.
All of it. "

― Sarah J. Maas , A Court of Wings and Ruin (A Court of Thorns and Roses, #3)

175 " It'll be dangerous"

"Good. It would be boring otherwise. "

― Sarah J. Maas , A Court of Wings and Ruin (A Court of Thorns and Roses, #3)

177 " Tarquin turned from the table, just as the tent flaps parted for a pair of broad shoulders—

Varian. He didn’t so much as look at his High Lord, his focus going right to where Amren sat at the head of the table. As if he’d sensed she was here—or someone had reported. And he’d come running.

Amren’s eyes flicked up from the Book as Varian halted. A coy smile curved her red lips.

There was still blood and dirt splattered on Varian’s brown skin, coating his silver armor and close-cropped white hair. He didn’t seem to notice or care as he strode for Amren.

And none of us dared to speak as Varian dropped to his knees before Amren’s chair, took her shocked face in his broad hands, and kissed her soundly.
...
None of us lasted long after dinner.

Amren and Varian didn’t even bother to join us.

No, she’d just wrapped her legs around his waist, right there in front of us, and he’d stood, lifting her in one swift movement. I wasn’t entirely sure how Varian managed to walk them out of the tent while still kissing her, Amren’s hands dragging through his hair, letting out noises that were unnervingly like purring as they vanished into the camp.

Rhys had let out a low laugh as we all gawked in their wake. “I suppose that’s how Varian decided he’d tell Amren he was feeling rather grateful she ordered us to go to Adriata.”

Tarquin cringed. “We’ll alternate who has to deal with them on holidays. "

― Sarah J. Maas , A Court of Wings and Ruin (A Court of Thorns and Roses, #3)

179 " What time are we back in the training ring tomorrow?”
To his credit, Cassian didn’t so much as glance at Nesta as he replied with a lazy smile, “I’d say dawn, but since I’m feeling rather grateful that you’re back in one piece, I’ll let you sleep in. Let’s meet at seven.”
“I’d hardly call that sleeping in,” I said.
“For an Illyrian, it is,” Mor muttered.
Cassian’s wings rustled. “Daylight is a precious resource.”
“We live in the Night Court,” Mor countered "

― Sarah J. Maas , A Court of Wings and Ruin (A Court of Thorns and Roses, #3)