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And that day in Endovier–that first day, he had felt as if there were something familiar about her…

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.

They were all a little mad.

“Embellish your flaws,” he says softly. “They will turn into your assets. And if you become one of us, I will teach you to wield them like an assassin wields a knife.” His eyes narrow. His subtle smile turns dangerous. “So. Tell me, little wolf. Do you want to punish those who have wronged you?”

— A monster trapped in a beautiful body.

She gave it all, you gave her shit She coulda done, just anything Or anyone, cause she’s a goddess You never got this You put her down, you liked her hopeless To walk around, feeling unnoticed You shoulda crowned her, cause she’s a goddess You never got this

I groaned as I got to my feet, sand falling everywhere, and offered a hand to Amren to rise. Her grip was firm, but her quicksilver eyes were surprisingly tender as she squeezed it before snapping her fingers.

“She was fire, and light, and ash, and embers. She was Aelin Fireheart, and she bowed for no one and nothing, save the crown that was hers by blood and survival and triumph.”

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

jem is my greatest sin.

of course i’m lying. i ship them so hard.

“To the people who look at the stars and wish, Rhys.” Rhys clinked his glass against mine. “To the stars who listen - and the dreams that are answered.” 

An army to rattle the stars.

“ I painted flowers for Elain on her drawer, little roses and begonias and irises. And for Nesta… Nesta,  I painted flames for her. She was always angry, always burning. (…)  I painted the night sky. I painted stars and the moon and clouds and just endless, dark sky. “