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Never again. Never again would she be weak. Never again would she be at someone’s mercy. Never again would she fail. Never again, never again, never again.

The quickest way to a man's heart is through the fourth and fifth ribs.

But I still don’t know how to fix myself.” “There’s nothing broken to be fixed,” he said fiercely.

You do not fear... You do not falter. You do not yield.

Power lay in her hand. Death gripped her by the other.

To the stars who listen and the dreams that are answered

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

If I offer you the moon on a string, will you give me a kiss, too?" - Lucien Vanserra

I came to claim the one I love.

I frowned at the eye in my palm. "What, literally shout at the tattoo?" "You could try rubbing it on certain body areas and I might come faster.

There you are. I've been looking for you.

I want to share this bed with you, though," I breathed. "I want you to hold me." Stars flickered to life in his eyes. "Always," he promised, kissing my brow, his wings now enveloping me completely. "Always.

If it grieves you," he said, the words caressing my bones, "then I don't think it's absurd at all.

There is a better world, Nesta. There is a better world out there, waiting for you to find it.

I painted flames for her. She was always angry, always burning

Dance, Feyre," he whispered.

Whatever you need to throw at me, I can take it. I won’t break.

There are those who seek me a lifetime but never we meet, And those i kiss but who trample me beneath ungrateful feet. At times i seem to favor the clever and the fair, But i bless all those who are brave enough to dare. By large, my ministrations are soft-handed and sweet, But scorned, i become a difficult beast to defeat. For though my strikes lands a powerful blow, When i kill, I do it slow....

You drove me mad,

—Por los que miran las estrellas y piensan «ojalá…, ojalá», Rhys —dije.” “Él hizo sonar su vaso contra el mío. —Por las estrellas que escuchan… y los sueños que se hacen realidad.

To the stars who listen - and the dreams that answered

So is this what you do with your lives? Spare humans from the Treaty and have fine meals?” I gave a pointed glance toward Tamlin’s baldric, the warrior’s clothes, Lucien’s sword. Lucien smirked. “We also dance with the spirits under the full moon and snatch human babes from their cradles to replace them with changelings–

I looked ahead, toward that laugh, that light—and that vision of the future Feyre had shown me, more beautiful than anything I could have ever wished for—anything I had wished for, on those long-ago, solitary nights with only the stars for company. A dream still unanswered—but not forever.

I had become the music and the fire and the night, and there was nothing that could slow me down.

He smiled for a heartbeat longer. I had never seen anyone so handsome-and never had so many warning bells pealed in my head because of it.

Everything about the stranger radiated sensual grace and ease. High Fae, no doubt. His short black hair gleamed like a raven's feathers, offsetting his pale skin and blue eyes so deep they were violet, eevn in the firelight They twinkled with amusent as he beheld me.

I wrecked one building—

To the stars that listen and the dreams that are answered.

His throat bobbled. His kiss that time was deep and thorough, unhurried and intent. I let the dawn creep inside me, let it grow with each movement of his lips and brush of his tongue against mine. Tears pricked beneath my closed eyes. It was the happiest moment of my life.

Smile again, he whispered. I hadn't smiled for him. Ever. Or laughed. Under the Mountain, I had never grinned, never chuckled...

Rhys's voice was raw as he said to the floor, "What did you paint for yourself?" ... "I painted the night sky.

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.

Dance, Feyre,

Be glad of your human heart, Feyre. Pity those who don't feel anything at all.

What about my kiss?

I glanced at Tamlin, biting my lip. I'd practically floated into my bedroom that morning. But Tamlin's gaze now roved my face as if searching for any tinge of regret, of fear. Ridiculous. "You bit my neck on Fire Night," I said under my breath. "If I can face you after that, a few kisses are nothing." He braced his forearms on the table as he leaned closed to me. "Nothing?" His eyes flicked to my lips. Lucien shifted in his seat, muttering to the Cauldron to spare him, but I ignored him.

I acknowledge these thoughts and I am letting them go.

He chuckled, leaning his brow against hers. Nesta closed her eyes, breathing in his scent. "You are my mate, Cassian," she said against his lips, and kissed him softly. "And you're mine," he said, kissing her in turn.

Nests rolled her eyes, and the gesture was so normal that Cassian's smile became more genuine, edged now with relief. You wear your heart for all so see, brother, Rhys said without turning Cassian's way. Cassian only shrugged. He was past caring.

Tamlin had been wrong when we’d discussed whether my father would have ever come after me—he didn’t possess the courage, the anger. If anything, he would have hired someone to do it for him. But Nesta had gone with that mercenary. My hateful, cold sister had been willing to brave Prythian to rescue me.

Cassian pulled back, and remained that way long enough that she opened her eyes again to find his face inches from her own. "You're not going to marry Eris," he said roughly. "No," she breathed. His eyes blazed. "There will be no one else. For either of us." "Yes," she whispered. "Ever," he promised. Nesta laid a hand on his muscled chest, letting the thunderous beating of the heart beneath echo into her palm. Let it travel down her arm, into her own chest, her own heart. "Ever," she swore.

Let's rattle the stars.

Don't feel bad for one moment about doing what brings you joy.

Why do you think I shoved you away? Why do you think I wouldn't speak to you?" She put a hand on her aching chest. "After my father died, after I failed in so many ways- denying myself of you..." She sobbed. "It was my punishment. Don't you understand that?" She could barely see him through her tears. "From the moment I met you, I wanted you more than reason. From the moment I saw you in my house, you were all I could think about. And it terrified me. No one had ever held such power over me. And I am still terrified that if I let myself have you... it will be taken away. Someone will take it away, and if you're dead..." She buried her face in her hands. "It doesn't matter," she whispered. "I do not deserve you, and I never, ever will.

For between us, faint and soft, hidden so none might find it... between us lay a whisper of color, and joy, of light and shadow- a whisper of her. Our bond.

I heard you, even in death. It made me look back. Made me stay—a little longer.

And from the way darkness seemed to ripple from him, from those violet eyes that burned like stars.

I love you, thorns and all.

I looked at my sister, really looked at her, at this woman who couldn’t stomach the sycophants who now surrounded her, who had never spent a day in the forest but had gone into wolf territory… Who had shrouded the loss of our mother, then our downfall, in an icy rage and bitterness, because the anger had been a lifeline, the cruelty a release. But she had cared—beneath it, she had cared, and perhaps loved more fiercely than I could comprehend, more deeply and loyally.

There was a tiny box left on the table by the window- a box the Mor lifted, squinted and the name tag, and said, "Az, this one's for you." The shadowsinger's brows lifted, but his scarred hand extended to take the present. Elain turned from where she'd been speaking to Nesta. "Oh, that's from me." Azriel's face didn't so much as shift at the words. Not even a smile as he opened the present and revealed- "I had Madja make it for me," Elain explained. Azreil's brows narrowed at the mention of the family's preferred healer. "It's a powder to mix in with any drink." Silence. Elain bit her lip and then smiled sheepishly. "It's for the headaches everyone always gives you. Since you rub your temples so often." Silence again. Then Azriel tipped his head back and laughted.

And what are you thinking about?" "Your mother.

—Porque yo no querría morirme sola —respondí, y me tembló la voz cuando volví a mirar a Tamlin y me obligué a buscar sus ojos con los míos—. Porque me gustaría que alguien me sostuviera la mano hasta el final y un rato más después. Eso es algo que todo el mundo merece, inmortales y humanos. –Capítulo 17, pág. 177

—Porque cuando se escriban las leyendas, no quería que me recordarán como alguien que escurrió el bulto. Quiero que mi futuro hijo sepa que yo estuve ahí, que pelee contra Amarantha al final, aunque mis esfuerzos de poco sirvieran. Parpadeé, y esta vez no era por el brillo del sol. —Porque —continuó él, los ojos fijos en los míos— no queria que pelearas sola. O murieras sola.

Pity those who don’t feel anything at all’ - Rhysand.

Because I'd want someone to hold my hand until the end, and awhile after that.

There you are. I've been looking for you

This wasn't music to dance to - it was music to worship, music to fill in the gaps of my soul, to bring me to a place where there was no pain.

He let her die. You would have gone to the ends of the earth to save your High Lord." My chest hollowed out again, but I merely said, "Yes I would have," and slipped inside to get ready.

El mundo es muy grande y somos muchas personas viviendo en él. ¿Por qué acotar todas las cosas que somos capaces deentir a lo que ya estamos acostumbrados? Al final lo único que hacemos es repetir esquemas que no nos hacen felices. Conoce a un buen chico, cásate, ten hijos... ¿Y si yo quiero enamorarme de una jodida palmera y pasar la vida morreándome con ella? Así que... ¿Sabes qué? Da igual lo intensa y complicada que sea esa historia que te traes entre manos. Vívela como si te fueras a morir mañana; no te encuentres con sesenta años suspirando por las cosas que dejaste de hacer por miedo.

He stole you away into the night, claiming some nonsense about the Treaty. And then everything went on as if it had never happened. It wasn’t right. None of it was right." "You went after me," I said. "You went after me -- to Prythian." "I got to the wall. I couldn't find a way through." I raised a shaking hand to my throat. "You trekked two days there and two days back-- through the winter woods?" She shrugged, looking at the sliver she'd pried from the table. "I hired that mercenary from town to bring me a week after you were taken. With the money from your pelt. She was the only one who seemed like she would believe me." "You did that -- for me?" Nesta's eyes -- my eyes, our mother's eyes -- met mine. "It wasn't right," she said again.

Before I could elbow him, Rhys kissed me again, breathless and swift. To the starts who listen, Feyre. I brushed a hand over his cheek to wipe away the last of his tears, his skin warm and soft, and we turned down the street that would lead us home. Toward our future- and all that waited within it. To the dreams that are answered, Rhys.

Non consorte, non moglie. Feyre è la Signora Suprema della Corte della Notte. La mia pari in ogni senso; avrebbe portato la mia corona, si sarebbe seduta su un trono accanto al mio. Mai destinata a partorire e a organizzare feste a ad allevare i figli. La mia regina.

I’d forgotten how cunning her eyes were, how cold. She’d been made differently, from something harder and stronger than bone and blood. She was as different from the humans around us as I had become.

Soul divine, I wanted her. Wanted more than just a hand to hold in the dark, more than just a touch to push forward through the crowded passageways of death and decay. Wanted to knit our beings together until we were one and she never cried again for lack of light or love or sun.

Just don't go running after a beautiful white horse or a pretty-faced young man and you'll be fine." "And stay out of the water," Azriel added solemnly. "What if the mask is in the water?" She gestured to the vast bog. They'd fly over it, they'd decided, and let her sense whatever lay here. "Then Az and I will draw straws like the tough warriors we are and the loser goes in.

Nesta whirled to the next opponent, but her friends had halted. The males around them were down. Utter silence filled the snowy forest. Even the birds in the pines had stopped chirping. "Valkyries," Emerie said, eyes blazing bright. Nesta grinned through the blood she knew was splattered on her face. "Hell yes.

Feyre", he whispered onto my head. He made my name sound beautiful. "Feyre", he whispered again-not in question, but simply as if he enjoyed saying it.

Pity those who dont feel anything at all

Don’t feel bad for one moment about doing what brings you joy’. - Tamlin

I would glow- for him, I'd glow. For my own future, I'd glow.

There you are. I've been looking for you" -Rhysand

I am focusing on my breathing. These thoughts exist, and I am letting them pass me by.

[...] —Me tocó la nariz—. Y, Feyre —agregó con un murmullo dulce—, no me gusta que toqueteen lo que me pertenece. –Capítulo 39, pág. 383

She wished he would. Wished someone would cut the damned thing from her chest. Wished someone would smother the voice that whispered of every horrible thing she had ever done, every awful thought she'd had, every person she failed.

Go into her mind to take the pain away," Madja said to Rhys, who blinked in confirmation, the cursed, as if scolding himself for not thinking of it sooner. Cassian looked across the bed, to where Elain was holding Feyre's other hand, and Nesta held Elain's. Rhys said to his mate, "Feyre darling-" "No good-byes," Feyre panted. "No good-byes, Rhys.

Rhys brushed a hand down my arm. “You are, as always, free to go wherever and whenever you wish. But what I think Mor is saying is ... try to leave a note the next time.” The words were casual, but that was panic in his eyes. Not—not the controlling fear Tamlin had once succumbed to, but ... genuine terror of not knowing where I was, if I needed help. Just as I would want to know where he was, if he needed help, if he vanished when our enemies surrounded us. “I’m sorry,” I said. To him, to the others.

It had been one of the most terrifying experiences of my life, and I'd swallowed half the pond in the process, but I'd gotten the gist of it, managed to conquer my blind panic and terror and trust myself.

E ora, Rhysand, voglio che tu sappia che ti amo. Voglio che tu sappia... Voglio che tu sappia che sono frantumata e non sono ancora guarita del tutto, ma che ogni parte del mio cuore ti appartiene. E ne sono onorata... Onorata di essere la tua Metà. -Feyre, Corte di Nebbia e Furia. Capitolo 55.

Don’t feel bad for one moment about doing what brings you joy.

Well, I'm late for something incredibly important - Lucien

I was as unburdened as a piece of dandelion fluff

But I gave myself again to that fire, threw myself into it, into him, and let myself burn.

Stay with the High Lord, you will be safe.

Because I'm tired and lonely, and you're the only person I can talk to without putting myself at risk.

-given me quiet, steadfast company with those characters, who did not exist and never would, but somehow made me feel less...alone.

Mi incanta quando mi guardi così." "Così come?" "Come se il mio potere non fosse qualcosa da cui fuggire. Come se vedessi solo me." -Rhysand e Feyre, Corte di Nebbia e Furia. Capitolo 48.

I'm sorry I didn't find a way to spare you from what happened Under the Mountain," Rhys said with equal quiet. "From dying. From wanting to die." I began to shake my head, but he said, "I have two kinds of nightmares: the ones where I'm again Amarantha's whore or my friends are... And the ones where I hear your neck snap and see the light leave your eyes.

Lui crede che sarà ricordato come il cattivo della storia. Ma ho dimenticato di dirgli, che di solito il cattivo è quello che rinchiude la damigella e butta via la chiave. Lui è quello che mi ha liberata. -Feyre, Corte di Nebbia e Furia.

—Porque cuando se escriban las leyendas, no quería que me recordarán como alguien que escurrió el bulto. Quiero que mi futuro hijo sepa que yo estuve ahí, que pelee contra Amarantha al final, aunque mis esfuerzos de poco sirvieran. Parpadeé, y esta vez no era por el brillo del sol. —Porque —continuó él, los ojos fijos en los míos— no queria que pelearas sola. O murieras sola.” –Capítulo 46, pág. 451

And I am still terrified that if I let myself have you... it will be taken away. Someone will take it away, and if you're dead..." She buried her face in her hands. "It doesn't matter," she whispered. "I do not deserve you, and I never, ever will.

Una regina: una regina che non si inchinava a nessuno, una regina che li aveva affrontati tutti e aveva trionfato. Una regina che era padrona del suo corpo, della sua vita, del suo destino e che non si scusava mai di ciò." Corte di Nebbia e Furia. Capitolo 42.

Penso di essermi innamorato di te nell'istante in cui capii che stavi spaccando quelle ossa per creare una trappola per il Verme di Middengard. O forse quando mi mostrasti il dito medio perchè ti avevo preso in giro. Mi ricordavi tanto Cassian. Avevo voglia di ridere per la prima volta da decenni. Mi innamorai di te, saccentona, perchè eri una di noi. Perchè non avevi paura di me, e perchè decidesti di completare la tua vittoria spettacolare lanciando quel pezzo d'osso ad Amarantha come se fosse un giavellotto. In quel momento percepii lo spirito di Cassian accanto a me e avrei potuto giurare di sentirlo dire: "Se non la sposi tu, stupido stronzo, la sposerò io. -Rhysand, Corte di Nebbia e Furia. Capitolo 55.

Fear had frozen her, blanketing her mind, and she'd let it do so, let it master her, so that by the time her father's neck snapped, it had been too late.

La vita è migliore quando ci sei tu in giro. E guarda che bella scrittura che hai. -Rhysand, Corte di Nebbia e Furia. Capitolo 25.

Ucciderò chiunque ti faccia del male" rinchiò Rhys. "Lo ucciderò e ci metterò moltissimo tempo. Forza. Odiami, disprezzami per questo." -Rhysand, Corte di Nebbia e Furia. Capitolo 43.

I asked Amren, "Are there spells to patch it up?" "I'm looking," she said through her teeth. "It'd help if someone dragged their ass to a library to do more research." "We are at your disposal," Cassian offered with a mock bow. "I wasn't aware you could read," Amren said sweetly.

Tu si che sei una con un'alta opinione di se stessa." "Perchè non dovrei? Tu sembri trovare difficile non guardarmi giorno e notte." -Feyre e Rhysand, Corte di Nebbia e Furia. Capitolo 38.

Credevi che sarei andata via con lui?" "Ho sentito ogni parola che vi siete detti. Sapevo che potevi badare a te stessa, eppure... Eppure mi sono ritrovato a decidere che. se avessi preso la sua mano, avrei trovato un modo per sopportarlo. Sarebbe stata una tua scelta." "E se mi avesse portata via a forza?" "Allora avrei fatto a pezzi il mondo per riaverti." -Feyre e Rhysand, Corte di Nebbia e Furia. Capitolo 48.

Tu mi prepareresti del cibo?" "Lo scalderei, non so cucinare. Mi ami?" Rhys annuì. E mi chiesi se "amore" non fosse una parola troppo blanda per quello che provava, quello che aveva fatto per me. Per quello che provavo io. Gli misi davanti la ciotola. "Allora mangia" -Feyre e Rhysand, Corte di Nebbia e Furia. Capitolo 54.

There you are, I've been looking for you," said a deep, sensual male voice I'd never heard. But I kept my eyes on the three faeries, bracing myself for flight as the male behind me stepped to my side and slipped a casual arm around my shoulders. The Three lesser faeries pales, their dark eyes wide. "Thank you for finding her for me,” my saviour said to them, smooth and polished. “Enjoy the Rite.” There was enough of a bite beneath his last words that the faeries stiffened. Without further comment, they scuttled back to the bonfires. I stepped out of the shelter of my saviour’s arm and turned to thank him. Standing before me was the most beautiful man I’d ever seen.