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

by Sarah J. Maas

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.

U need to chiiill w/ rhys

And found pissing off Tamlin to be an art form.

It lowkey is tho

“Don’t bother,” Rhys crooned, linking elbows with me. Every spot of contact was abhorrent, unbearable.

U won't say dat in chap 55

If Rhysand was the most beautiful male I’d ever seen, she was his female equivalent.

MOR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

“Feyre,” Rhys said smoothly, “meet my cousin, Morrigan. Mor, meet the lovely, charming, and open-minded Feyre.”

Lol

“Oh, I wasn’t there,” she said. “I was in—”

Velaris wt amren and cass and az

though I’d flinched at every sound from the nearby stairwell: quiet steps of servants, the flapping of sheets being changed, someone humming a beautiful and winding melody.

Girl whyyyyyyy

someone who sat on his ass for nearly fifty years, then sat on his ass while you were shredded apart—”

i mean tbh that is what bro did

weapons I’d never seen on him.

Bro is a weapon

“I care,” Tamlin snarled.

DICK ALERT

He grinned, bowing at the waist. Even that casual mention of his power failed to chill me, awe me.

Cuz bro is ur mate

“Copy these sentences,” he drawled from across the table, handing me a piece of paper. I looked at them and read perfectly: “Rhysand is a spectacular person. Rhysand is the center of my world. Rhysand is the best lover a female can ever dream of.” I set down the paper, wrote out the three sentences, and handed it to him. The claws slammed into my mind a moment later. And bounced harmlessly off a black, glimmering shield of adamant. He blinked. “You practiced.” I rose from the table and walked away. “I had nothing better to do.”

:) but it's lowkey sad

“How the hell did you manage to survive this long without anyone killing you?”

Go feyre

“I don’t know why I ever forget you two are related,” Cassian told Mor, jerking his chin at Rhys, who rolled his eyes. “You two and your clothes.”

Omg they're bryce and ruhn

I had never had a female friend before. Ianthe … she had not been one. Not in the way that mattered, I realized. And Nesta and Elain, in those few weeks I’d been at home before Amarantha, had started to fill that role, but … but looking at Mor, I couldn’t explain it, couldn’t understand it, but … I felt it. Like I could indeed go to dinner with her. Talk to her.

BESTIES 4 THE RESTIES

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.

Def mates

I dared a glance at Rhys, and there was something like devastation on his beautiful face. It was gone in a blink.

This is actually so fucking sad

“So I’m your huntress and thief?” His hands slid down to cup the backs of my knees as he said with a roguish grin, “You are my salvation, Feyre.”

This dude is gooooood at flirting

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

Some good fucking advice right here

Elain, to her credit, did not faint. And Nesta, to hers, did not hiss at them.

Lol

“Right. A gift from its High Lord, Beron.” Lucien’s father. Lucien—I

Nah lulu is a love child

Amren just continued cleaning her nails—with a tiny bone, I realized. “Touch me, Cassian, and I’ll remove your favorite part. Small as it might be.”

GREAT LINE and bro i luv amren

“And,” Rhys cut him off. “Considering the fact that they are utterly terrified of sweet Amren, she is the wiser choice.” I didn’t know if there was anyone alive who wasn’t utterly terrified of her.

i mean tbh who isnt

My cheeks heated—shame. Shame for what? Wanting to throttle her for no good reason? Rhysand teased and taunted me—he never … seduced me, with those long, intent stares, the half smiles that were pure Illyrian arrogance.

Those are fake bestie

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.

In order: cass az rhys amren mor and feyre

forces.None

Typo

And it was Elain—Elain—who sighed and murmured, “I hope they all burn in hell.”

well THAT tells u smth

“Miryam,” Rhys continued, “was a half-Fae female born of a human mother. And as her mother was a slave, as the conception was … against her mother’s will, so, too, was Miryam born in shackles, and deemed human—denied any rights to her Fae heritage.”

This is bryces story

was not the High Lord’s pet any longer. And maybe the world should learn that I did indeed have fangs.

FINALLYYYYYYYYY

flunkies

Manservnt or footman

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

BAD BITCH

Cassian snickered. “Feyre doesn’t look too tired. Maybe she could give me a ride—” Rhys exploded. Wings and muscles and snapping teeth, and they were rolling through the mud, fists flying, and—

THEY'RE MOTHERFUCKING BROTHERS

A glance at the guilt in Rhys’s eyes told me he was sorry. And fighting it. So strange, the High Fae with their mating and primal instincts. So at odds with their ancient traditions and learning.

Nope. Just no feyre.

Violet eyes met mine.

Not me going to fourth wing w/ violent eyes

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

Badass bitch