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

by Sarah J. Maas

“You are no one’s subject.”

I would not be weak again. I would not be dependent on anyone else.

“As long as the people who matter most know the truth, I don’t care about the rest. Get some sleep.”

The voice was at once the night and the dawn and the stars and the earth, and every inch of my body calmed at the primal dominance in it.

His hands slid down to cup the backs of my knees as he said with a roguish grin, “You are my salvation, Feyre.”

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

His laughter had chased me up the stairs.

“Do not,” Rhys said with deadly quiet, “condescend to her.”

“Do not insult Feyre for speaking with her heart, with compassion for those who cannot defend themselves, when you speak from only selfishness and cowardice.”

“She is more than enough,”

The smile the world would likely never see, the smile he’d given up for the sake of his people, his lands.

I belonged only to me, as my future was mine to decide, to forge.

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

“Then I would have torn apart the world to get you back.”

“I was looking for you, too,”

Knelt on those stars and mountains inked on his knees. He would bow for no one and nothing— But his mate. His equal.

My friend through many dangers. My lover who had healed my broken and weary soul. My mate who had waited for me against all hope, despite all odds.

As one, they stood. As one, they looked at me. And as one, they bowed.

I realized how badly I’d been treated before, if my standards had become so low.

you remain your own person. You decide your fate—your choices. Not me. You chose yesterday. You choose every day. Forever.”

Love—love was a balm as much as it was a poison.

And so Tamlin unwittingly led the High Lady of the Night Court into the heart of his territory.