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

by Sarah J. Maas

I hated the bright dresses that had become my daily uniform, but didn’t have the heart to tell Tamlin—not when he’d bought so many, not when he looked so happy to see me wear them.

Grrr!!!!!

So unaware of the true extent of how broken and dark I was inside.

How unfit I was to be clothed in white when my hands were so filthy.

Not when I need to call in my bargain with Feyre darling.”

She asked for help and didnt want the wedding for some reaskn and here rhys is to help!!

“You look exactly like the doe-eyed damsel he and that simpering priestess want you to be.”

Yessss

“When I can’t tell if your nightmares are real threats or imagined. When you’re about to be married and you silently beg anyone to help you.

Sigh

“For this week? I want you to learn how to read.”

Empowering

His gaze raked over me again, as if he could see beneath the peach fabric, through the skin, to the shredded soul beneath.

“Tamlin isn’t your keeper, and you know it.” “I’m his subject, and he is my High Lord—” “You are no one’s subject.”

Become vital. Become a weapon. Because there might be a day, Feyre, when only you stand between the King of Hybern and your human family. And you do not want to be unprepared.”

I can’t control it sometimes. The rage.

Abuse!

He buried his face in my neck and said onto my nape, as if the words would be absorbed by my body, as if he could only say it the way we’d always been good at communicating—skin to skin,

Mhmmm bs

He worshipped my body with his hands, his tongue, his teeth. But that had never been the hard part. We just got tripped up with the rest.

Despite our morning roll in the sheets, I’d been rising later every day—sometimes not bothering to get out of bed until lunch.

Depressed

Not safe. Not protected. Free.

“This is my house. Well, I have two homes in the city. One is for more … official business, but this is only for me and my family.”

Swoon

“This is what Velaris is known for: the artists’ quarter.

Oh lord

A female? The surprise must have been written on my face

Maybe it’d be a mercy to be ended—

So depressed

“I’m thinking that I was a lonely, hopeless person, and I might have fallen in love with the first thing that showed me a hint of kindness and safety. And I’m thinking maybe he knew that—maybe not actively, but maybe he wanted to be that person for someone. And maybe that worked for who I was before. Maybe it doesn’t work for who—what I am now.”

lair

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

“And once I broke their curse, once I knew I’d saved them, I just wanted enough time to turn that dagger on myself. I only decided I wanted to live when she killed me, and I knew I had not finished whatever … whatever it was I’d been born to do.”

“You are my salvation, Feyre.”

Sigh

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

“Someone who let her youngest sister risk her life every day in the woods while

“You could try rubbing it on certain body parts and I might come faster.”

Hehe

Poor baby High Lord. Life is so hard.

Life is better when you’re around. And look at how lovely your handwriting is.

the bastard knew what a treasure you are. That you are worth more than land or gold or jewels. He knew, and wanted to keep you all to himself.”

Here, I could be soft and lovely at sunset, and awaken in the morning to slide into Illyrian fighting leathers.

That I might always be a little bit vicious or restless. That I might crave peace, but never a cage of comfort.

“and see that he’s made you into a pet, into a monster. But I see the kindness in you. And I think that reflects more on him than anything. I

“To the people who look at the stars and wish,

“Tempting, but no. The prick can’t decide if he hates or wants me.” “Why can’t it be both?” A low chuckle. “Indeed.”

“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.”

couldn’t bear to see my three friends dancing together as if it was the last time they’d ever do

“Why does anything cling to something? Maybe they love wherever they’re going so much that it’s worth it. Maybe they’ll keep coming back, until there’s only one star left. Maybe that one star will make the trip forever, out of the hope that someday—if it keeps coming back often enough—another star will find it again.”

did not mind stepping out of the shadows, did not mind even being in the shadows to begin with, so long as he was with me. My friend through so many dangers—who had fought for me when no one else would, even myself.

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

“I love it when you look at me like that.”

Swooooon

“I have no intention of doing it all in one night. Or in a room where I can’t even fuck you against the wall.”

“What did you paint for yourself?”

Always worried for her

“I wonder if some part of me knew what was waiting for me. That I would never be a gentle grower of things, or someone who burned like fire—but that I would be quiet and enduring and as faceted as the night. That I would have beauty, for those who knew where to look, and if people didn’t bother to look, but to only fear it … Then I didn’t particularly care for them, anyway. I wonder if, even in my despair and hopelessness, I was never truly alone. I wonder if I was looking for this place—looking for you all.”

Maybe teach the others who were like me: broken in places and trying to fight it—trying to learn who they were around the dark and pain.

Tamlin’s father—he was her friend.

That there was a place, and a person, who had enough safety to paint flowers on a table.

But then one night, you dreamed of standing amongst green hills, seeing unlit bonfires for Calanmai.”

Ahhhhhhhhhh

There you are. I’ve been looking for you.

Oh gawdddd

If you were going to die, I was going to die with you.