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

by Sarah J. Maas

“You are my friend,” I said, and my voice broke on the word. I hated the tears that slipped down my face. I didn’t even know why I was crying. Perhaps for the fact that it had felt real on that throne with him, even for a moment, and … and it likely hadn’t been. Not for him. “You’re my friend—and I understand that you’re High Lord. I understand that you will defend your true court, and punish threats against it. But I can’t … I don’t want you to stop telling me things, inviting me to do things, because of the threats against me.”

Friend zone

The most powerful High Lord in history flinched. And I knew I’d hit hard—and deep. Too hard. Too deep.

That’s what she said.

I’d hunted at dusk often enough to see how animal eyes worked, how they glowed.

Oh you know how eyes work do you? Because you hunt at dusk?

“I painted stars and the moon and clouds and just endless, dark sky.” I finished the sixth, and was well on my way sawing through the seventh before I said, “I never knew why. I rarely went outside at night—usually, I was so tired from hunting that I just wanted to sleep. But I wonder … ” I pulled out the seventh and final arrow. “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.”

Great speech

Tamlin held out a hand. “Feyre.” An order—like I was no better than a summoned dog.

You suck, Tam