âRhysand stood, running a hand through his short, dark hair. âItâs custom in my court for bargains to be permanently marked upon flesh.â
I rubbed my left forearm and hand, the entirety of which was now covered in swirls and whorls of black ink. Even my fingers werenât spared, and a large eye was tattooed in the center of my palm. It was feline, and its slitted pupil stared right back at me.â
- A Court of Thorns and Roses by Sarah J. Maas

















