Acowar Quotes

What we think to be our greatest weakness can sometimes be our biggest strength.

I see all of you, Rhys. And there is not one part that I do not love with everything I am.

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

Kindness can thrive even amongst cruelty.

Nesta looked at the king with death twining around his hands, then down at Cassian. And covered Cassian’s body with her own. Cassian went still - then his hand slid over her back. Together. They’d go together.

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.

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

I believe everything happens for a reason. Whether it is decided by the Mother, or the Cauldron, or some sort of tapestry of Fate, I don't know. I don't really care. But I am grateful for it, whatever it is. Grateful that it brought you all into my life. If it hadn't... I might have become as awful as that prick we're going to face today. If I had not met an Illyrian warrior-in-training," he said to Cassian, "I would not have known the true depths of strength, of resilience, of honor and loyalty." Cassian's eyes gleamed bright. Rhys said to Azriel, "If I had not met a shadowsinger, I would not have known that it is the family you make, not the one you are born into, that matters. I would not have known what it is to truly hope, even when the world tells you to despair." Azriel bowed his head in thanks. Mor was already crying when Rhys spoke to her. "If I had not met my cousin, I would neer have learned that light can be found in even the darkest of hells. That kidness can thrive even amongst cruelty." She wiped away her teas as she nodded. I waited for Amren to offer a retort. But she was only waiting. Rhys bowed his head to her. "If I had not met a tiny monster who hoards jewels more fiercely than a firedrake..." A quite laugh from all of us at that. Rhys smiled softly. "My own power would have consumed me long ago." Rhys squeezed my hand as he looked to me at last. "And if I had not met my mate..." His words failed him as silver lined his eyes. He said down the bond, I would have waited five hundred more years for you. A thousand years. And if this was all the time we were allowed to have... The wait was worth it. He wiped away the tears sliding down my face. "I believe that everything happened, exactly the way it had to... so I could find you." He kissed another tear away.

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.

I'd always thought death would be some sort of peaceful homecoming - a sweet, sad lullaby to usher me into whatever waited afterward.

It's already ended badly. Now it's just a matter of deciding how we meet the consequences.

This could be . . . a very bad idea," I admitted, my grip tightening on his hand. "Oh, it most certainly is," Cassian said with a faint smile as we continued down and down into the heavy black and thrumming silence. "But this is war. We don't have the luxury of good ideas–only picking between the bad ones.

When do you come home to me?

To the stars who listen - and the dreams that answered

...light can be found in even the darkest of hells. That kidness can thrive even amongst cruelty.

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.

She was the monster that defended them from the other horrors of the world.

The most unlikely person can alter the course of history.

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

The stars winked into existence, dim and small above the blazing fires. I watched them through the long hours of celebrating, and could have sworn that they kept me company, my silent and stalwart friends.

Nesta lifted her chin. “I…” I’d never seen her stumble for words. “I do not want to be remembered as a coward.

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.

I made it give something back,” she said with terrifying quiet

No one is going to fight to save the humans beneath the wall. No one cares. But I do.” She toyed with a fold in her dress. “I do.

Helion braced a hand on the door frame and grinned. "How'd you convince Thesan to give you the better view?" "He finds my males to be prettier than your, i think." " I think it's a wing fetish

The tears so unending that I now wondered if it was some sign of her heart bleeding out.

Leave this world a better place than you found it.

Nesta studied me for a long moment. And then she said with equal quiet, though we could all hear, “I can’t get into a bathtub, anymore. I have to use buckets.” I hadn’t known—hadn’t even thought that bathing, submerging water…

Not only for our sakes, but… she needs to get out of the House. She needs to…” Cassian’s wings kept up a steady booming beat, the new sections only detectable by their lack of scarring. “She’ll destroy herself if she stays cooped up in there.

The wind whipped away the tears rolling down Nesta’s face at the sight of our father’s ships. At the sight of the ship he’d chosen to sail into battle, for the daughter who hated him for not fighting for us, who had hated him for our mother dying, for the poverty and the despair and the years lost.

And if I had not met my mate . . . I would have waited five hundred more years for you. A thousand years. And if this was all the time we were allowed to have . . . The wait was worth it.

I loved you from the first moment I held you in my arms. And I am… I am so sorry, Nesta—my Nesta. I am sorry for all of it.” “Please,” Nesta said to the king. Her only word, guttural and hoarse. “Please.” […] Nesta stared and stared at my father, who was shaking his head.

Hybern hunts you because of what you took from the Cauldron. The queens want you dead for vengeance—for robbing them of immortality.” “I know.” Nesta’s voice was hoarse. “What did you take.” “I don’t know.” The words were barely more than a whisper.

Why do you push everyone away but Elain?” Why have you always pushed me away? Some emotion guttered in her eyes. Her throat bobbed. Nesta shut her eyes for a moment, breathing in sharply. “Because—

It’s so much harder, when enemies turn into friends. And the opposite, I suppose. What didn’t I see? What did I overlook or dismiss? It always makes me reassess myself more than them.

I have no regrets in this life, but this. That we did not have time. That I did not have time with you, Nesta. I will find you again in the next world - the next life. And we will have that time. I promise.

Perhaps Nesta will take up the blood-drinking habit, too. I certainly believe her threat to rip out my throat. Maybe she'll enjoy the taste.

My sister had barely spoken, barely eaten these past few days. Had not visited Cassian in his healing bed. Still had not talked to me about what had happened.

It was some distant thing,” she said. “War. Battle. It’s… it’s not anymore. I will help, if I can. If it means… telling them what happened.

Had I not immediately spied Nesta curled in an armchair, a book on her knees, looking – for once – very un-Nesta-like. Casual. Perhaps relaxed.

You are free."- Mor

What if I tell you what the rock and darkness and sea and beyond whispered to me, Lord of Bloodshed? How they shuddered in fear, on that island across the sea. How they trembled when she emerged. She took something—something precious. She ripped it out with her teeth. What came out was not what went in.

It was that initial leap of utter faith, that initial lurch into motion, that had my limbs locking up.

Only you can decide what breaks you, curse breaker. Only you.

No wonder she didn’t wish to speak to anyone about it—didn’t wish to bear witness on our behalf. It had been mere seconds for us while she’d gone under. I had never asked either of my sisters how long it had been for them inside that Cauldron.

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.

I would clean my blades, and wash the blood from my skin. And I would do it again and again and again.

Mor just killed the solider nearest her with good old-fashioned beheading.

Only you can decide what breaks you. The Suriel

Steel filled eyes cut to me. “If I had stayed to practise—" […] “What do I do now?” A purpose, I realised. Assigning her the task of finding a way to repair the holes in the wall… it had given my sister what perhaps our human lives had never granted her: a bearing.

Rhys turned his head, looking me over from head to toe. Then back to Tamlin. A storm about to be unleashed. But it was Azriel who said, his voice like cold death, "Be careful how you speak about my High Lady.

- Boisz się? - Czemu miałabym się bać kłótliwego przerośniętego nietoperza?

Po tłumie przetoczył się szmer, gdy usiadłam, czując przenikliwe zimno kamienia na nagich udach. Gdy Rhys zwyczajnie przysiadł na oparciu i uśmiechnął się do mnie zawadiacko, z sali dobiegły zgłuszone okrzyki. - Pokłońcie się - zwróciłam się do Dworu Koszmarów.

- Póki nie musimy zapraszać jej na ucztę z okazji przesilenia, jakoś to przeżyję. - Ty jakoś to przeżyjesz? - zapytałam, unosząc brwi. Pomimo wszystkiego, co się wydarzyło, przemknął pomiędzy nami cień uśmiechu. - Przynajmniej teraz mam idealną karę, jeśli którekolwiek z was coś przeskrobie. Iść tam na dół i pogawędzić z nią przez godzinkę.

Służący plotkują. A pod Górą nigdy nie słyszałam ani nie widziałam, żeby Rhysand podniósł rękę na kogoś ze służby. Na strażników, na zbirów Amaranthy, na fae, których kazała mu zabić - owszem. Ale nigdy na słabych. Nigdy na bezbronnych.

- Przedstawiłaś się jako księżna - mruknął. - Miałam tego nie robić? Puścił moją rękę, by pogładzić mi policzek wierzchem palców. - Chciałem to wykrzyczeć z dachów Velaris, od kiedy tylko kapłanka cię namaściła. Jakże to dla ciebie typowe, niweczyć moje wspaniałe plany.