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Quotes Galore : A Court of Wing and Ruin (ACOTAR #3) by Sarah J. Maas

Quotes Galore : A Court of Wing and Ruin (ACOTAR #3) by Sarah J. Maas

 

While most readers who love ACOTAR series chose the second book  as their favorite, for some reason, the third book was the one that solidifies my love for this series. 

The writing, plot and character building just keeps on getting better and better in book three. And hands down, this series, ACOTAR book 1-3 – yes, this is a slight shade to the recently published novella because your girl can sometimes be a salty bitch – will forever be one of my favorite YA series ever. Which is saying a lot, since these days, I don’t really read much of YA books anymore.

So grab a popcorn, or a teddy bear to hug, or a mug of hot tea and let’s walk down the memory lane with me and fangirl our hearts out. Why, you ask? Because Rhysand. Always Rhysand. 

 

I also have other posts dedicated just for reminiscing ACOTAR, and the awesomeness and perfection that is Rhysand : 

 

 

 

“And yet here you are, ready to march with Hybern.”

 

“I did it for you, too, you know.” Cold, hard words. “I went with him to get you back.”

 

“I never realized what a powerful motivator guilt can be.”

 

“Lucien squeezed our linked arms as we rounded a hedge, the house rising up before us. “You are a better friend to me, Feyre,” he said quietly, “than I ever was to you.”

 

“I want to see her. Just once. Just—to know.”

 

“To know what?”

 

He hitched my damp cloak higher around us. “If she is worth fighting for.”

 

“But he would, I realized. He’d shove down his need for me and take me to them, if that was what I wanted. My choice. It had always been my choice with him.”

 

He kissed my brow, my temple. “My darling Feyre.”

His throat bobbed. “I missed you. Every second, every breath. Not just this,” he said, shifting his hips for emphasis and dragging a groan from deep in my throat, “but … talking to you. Laughing with you. I missed having you in my bed, but missed having you as my friend even more.”

 

“I was in love with Feyre,” Rhys said quietly, “long before she ever returned the feeling.”

 

“Asshole.”

 

“I am most definitely that,” Rhys said.

 

“I made her a promise.” The wind ruffled Cassian’s hair as he squinted at the sky. “And when it mattered, I didn’t keep it.”

 

“Why do you bother, Cassian?”

 

Cassian said quietly as we headed for the dining room, “Because I can’t stay away.”

 

“We deserve to be happy,” he said, his eyes sparkling enough to tell me that he recalled the words I’d given him on the town house roof after the attack. “And I will fight with everything I have to ensure it.”

 

Cassian extended a wrapped hand, his fingers curling in a come-hither motion. “Scared?”

I wisely kept my mouth shut as Nesta stepped from the open doorway into the blinding light of the courtyard. “Why should I be scared of an oversized bat who likes to throw temper tantrums?”

 

“Prick,” I breathed, but the word was ragged. His thumb pressed down harder, circling roughly.

 

Rhys leaned in again, kissing my neck—that place right under my ear—and said against my skin, “Let’s see what names you call me when my head is between your legs, Feyre darling.”

 

“If it means giving you a future, then I’m willing to do—”

 

“You will do no such thing.” I panted through my bared teeth, leaning forward in my chair.

 

Rhys only watched me, eyes shadowed. “How can you ask me not to give everything I have to ensure that you, that my family and people, survive?”

 

“You’ve given enough.”

 

“Not enough. Not yet.”

 

“How lovely she is—new as a fawn and yet ancient as the sea. How she calls to you. Terrible and proud; beautiful as a winter sunrise.”

 

“No one remembers her name. But I do. She would have been my salvation, had I not made my choice long before she walked this earth.”

 

“Would you be frightened of her, if Nesta was—Death? Or if her power came from it?”

 

Cassian was quiet for a long moment.

He said at last, “I’m a warrior. I’ve walked beside Death my entire life. I would be more afraid for her, to have that power. But not afraid of her.” He considered, and added after a heartbeat, “Nothing about Nesta could frighten me.”

 

“When I sleep,” she murmured, “I can hear your heart beating through the stone.” She angled her head, as if the city view held some answer. “Can you hear mine?”

 

“What’s done is done. Agonizing over it won’t change anything.”

 

“Our greatest weakness can sometimes be our biggest strength. And that the most unlikely person can alter the course of history.”

 

“I love you.”

 

His head lifted, eyes churning. “There was a time when I dreamed of hearing that,” he murmured. “When I never thought I’d hear it from you.”

 

“If Rhysand was Night Triumphant, I was the star that only glowed thanks to his darkness, the light only visible because of him.”

 

“I’m grateful,” he said after a while, as the camp beneath us stirred in the building light. “To have you at my side. I don’t know if I ever told you that—how grateful I am to have you stand with me.”

 

Rhys squeezed my hand as he looked to me at last. “And if I had not met my mate …” His words failed him as silver lined his eyes.

 

He said down the bond, 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.

 

Cassian grunted in pain, but lifted his bloodied hands—to cup her face. “I have no regrets in my life, but this.” His voice shook with every word. “That we did not have time. That I did not have time with you, Nesta.”

 

She didn’t stop him as he leaned up and kissed her—lightly. As much as he could manage.

 

Cassian said softly, brushing away the tear that streaked down her face, “I will find you again in the next world—the next life. And we will have that time. I promise.”

 

“I heard you,” he said softly. “When I was—gone.”

But he wrapped his arm around my waist and squeezed, breathing me in. “I heard you, even in death. It made me look back. Made me stay—a little longer.”

 

“Feyre Archeron.” A labored breath. “I told you—to stay with the High Lord. And you did.”

 

 



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