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

by Sarah J. Maas

I see all of you, Rhys. And there is not one part that I do not love with everything that I am.

“We’re all broken,” Mor said. “In our own ways—in places no one might see.”

“Only you can decide what breaks you, Cursebreaker. Only you.”

“Leave this world … a better place than how you found it.”

“You do not fear,” Rhys breathed. “You do not falter. You do not yield. You go in, you get her, and you come out again.” I nodded again, holding his stare. “Remember that you are a wolf. And you cannot be caged.”

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.

“For it has been a gift. This time—with you. With all of you. It has been a gift.”

Even for an immortal, there was not enough time in life to waste it on hatred. On feeling it and putting it into the world.