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 Down into black eternity, Nesta and the Cauldron twined and fell, burning through the darkness like a newborn star.

The Court of Dreams. The people who knew that there was a price, and one worth paying, for that dream. The bastard- born warriors, the Illyrian half breed, the monster trapped in a beautiful body, the dreamer born into a court of nightmares…And the huntress with an artist’s soul.

“What came out was not what went in.” A rasping laugh as the Carver laid the shard of bone on the ground beside him. “How lovely she is - new as a fawn and yet ancient as the sea. How she calls to you. A queen, as my sister once was. Terrible and proud; beautiful as a winter sunrise.”

I was not a pet, not a doll, not an animal. I was a survivor, and I was strong. I would not be weak, or helpless again. I would not, could not be broken. Tamed.

↳ I hope they all burn in hell.

↳ I hope they all burn in hell.

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

 ❝ There are good days and hard days for me—even now. Don’t let the hard days win. ❞

“There are different kinds of darkness,” Rhys said. I kept my eyes shut. “There is the darkness that frightens, the darkness that soothes, the darkness that is restful.” I pictured each. “There is the darkness of lovers, and the darkness of assassins. It becomes what the bearer wishes it to be, needs it to be. It is not wholly bad or good.”

to the people who look at the stars and wish — to the stars who listen, and the dreams that are answered. fandom family edit for @perranth

I snorted. The idea that he found me beautiful at all— “You are,” he said. “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” 
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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.

“They say Amarantha’s wrath could have brought down the skies themselves, had her king not ordered her to stand down.”

                                 men are horrible creatures, aren’t they?

No one was my master— but I might be master of everything, if I wished. If I dared.