A Court of Mist and Fury (A Court of Thorns and Roses, #2)

by Sarah J. Maas

“Hello, Feyre darling,” he purred.

“Welcome to the Night Court,”

“My right knee gets a twinge of pain when it rains. I wrecked it during the War, and it’s hurt ever since.”

“The issue isn’t whether he loved you, it’s how much. Too much. Love can be a poison.”

“To the people who look at the stars and wish, Rhys.”

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

“But I forgot to tell him,” I said quietly, opening the door, “that the villain is usually the person who locks up the maiden and throws away the key.” “Oh?” I shrugged. “He was the one who let me out.

“Of course I’ll dance with you,” Rhys said, his voice still raw. “All night, if you wish.” “Even if I step on your toes?” “Even then.”

“I am … very glad I met you, Feyre.”

“When you spend so long trapped in darkness, Lucien, you find that the darkness begins to stare back.”

“I want you to know,” I whispered, “that I am broken and healing, but every piece of my heart belongs to you. And I am honored—honored to be your mate.”

“Welcome to the family, Feyre.”