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

And I wondered if love was too weak a word for what he felt, what he’d done for me. For what I felt for him.

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.

Say it, ” I gritted out.“The High Lord of the Night Court is your mate.

If you were going to die, I was going to die with you. I couldn't stop thinking it over and over as you screamed, as I tried to kill her: you were my mate my mate my mate.

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.

It had filled my time - given me quiet, steadfast company with those characters, who did not exist and never would, but somehow made me feel less ... alone.

And then things would be fine. Then I'd be fine.

Females and males watched Rhysand throughout the hall—and the shadowsinger and I made a game of betting on who, exactly, would work up the nerve to invite the High Lord home.

I’m thinking it would be very easy to love you. And easier to call you my friend.

You do what you love, what you need.

Astriola. That IS demon pox. You had evidence that demon pox existed and you didnt mention it to me! Et tu, Brute!' He rolled up the paper and hit Jem over the head with it.

God is my spiritual Father.

She wondered how to mourn the death of a son who wasn't dead. And yet the loss of separation made that easy. The idea of pain made pain, where she knew none could possibly truly exist.

Is she forever for you then? She's worth throwing it all away?" "She's it. No one else. She's all I'm ever going to want.

Husbands do not care to be contradicted. Indeed, I do not know anyone who does.

We must at last put a stop to having people move into their quarters like chickens and rabbits into their coops.

Yes, we must ever be friends; and of all who offer you friendship Let me be ever the first, the truest, the nearest and dearest.

Some things are worth the cost of their consequences.

Where else, in a non-totalitarian country, but in the political profession is the individual expected to sacrifice all-including his own career-for the national good?

After graduating in 1973 I went into the programming field.