A Court of Wings and Ruin (A Court of Thorns and Roses, #3)

by Sarah J. Maas

But I struck first, an asp of pure water striking his face—stunning him. Then shoving down his open mouth, his throat, up his nose. Sealing off any air. He slumped to the ground, clawing at his neck as if he’d free a passage for the water now drowning him.

Not the water boarding LMAO

Tarquin took him in. Then me. And the others. “I rescind the blood rubies. Let there be no debts between us.”

Would you like someone to join us in bed, Feyre darling?

“You and pretty Tarquin had a moment today. Do you truly think he’ll join us?” “If you mean in bed, definitely not,” Rhys said with a wry smile as he again sprawled on his spread of cushions. “But if you mean in this war … Yes. I believe he means to fight. Beron, on the other hand …”

I would have waited five hundred more years for you. A thousand years. And if this was all the time we were allowed to have … The wait was worth it.

“Here’s to family reunions,” was all Rhys said. Then the Weaver, the Carver, and Bryaxis unleashed themselves upon Hybern.