Extraits

The world will be saved and remade by the dreamers.

« 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. »

« I was burning through books every day—stories about people and places I’d never heard of. They were perhaps the only thing that kept me from teetering into utter despair. »

My hands didn’t tremble as I angled the dagger.

As I gripped the fine-boned shoulder, and gazed into that hated face—my face.

And plunged the ash dagger into my awaiting heart.

Feyre

The issue isn't whether he loved you, it's how much. Too much love can be a poison.

The court of dreams. The people who knew that there was a price, and one worth paying, for that dream.

"When Amarantha made me kill those two faeries, if the third hadn't be Tamlin, I would have put the dagger in my own heart at the end.

Rhys went still. "I knew there was no coming back from what I've done." I said, wondering if the blue flame in the carver's eyes might burn my ruined soul to ash. "And once I broke their curse, once I knew I'd saved them, I just wanted enough time to turn that dagger on myself. I only decided I wanted to live when she killed me, and I knew I had not finished whatever ... whatever it was I'd be born to do."

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

But I would glow - for him, I would glow. For my own future, I'd glow.

I closed my eyes at the whisper of a kiss ... And all around us, as if the world itself were indeed falling apart, stars rained down.

I can eat, drink, fuck and fight just as well as I did before. Better, even.