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“What if the Cauldron was wrong?”

she looked up at him, her face so trusting and hopeful and open that he knew she had no idea that he had done unspeakable things that sullied his hands far beyond their scars. such terrible things that it was a sacrilege for his fingers to skin, tainting her with his presence.

I hope they all burn in hell.

Gwyn whispered, “I am the rock against which the surf crashes.” Nesta straightened at the words, as if they were a prayer and a summons. Gwyn lifted the blade. “Nothing can break me.

Rhysand and Feyre · under the mountain A COURT OF THORNS AND ROSES

↳ “all right. let lady death get some rest.” “that’s not funny”

“Is it living, though? To take the safe road?” “You’re the one who’s been in a library for two years,” Emerie said. Gwyn didn’t flinch. “I have. And I am tired of it.” She surveyed the blood-soaked leather along her thigh. “I don’t want to take the safe road.” She pointed to the mountain, to the slender path upward. “I want to take that road.” Her voice thickened. “take the road that no one dares travel, and I want to travel it with you two. No matter what may befall us. Not as Illyrians, not for their titles, but as something new. To prove to them, to everyone, that something new and different might triumph over their rules and restrictions"

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