Feyre And Rhysand Quotes & Sayings

He tugged on the hood, and I savored the shadows and menace and wings.
Death on swift wings. That's what I'd call the painting.
He said softly, "I love it when you look at me like that."
The purr in his voice heated my blood. "Like what?"
"Like my power isn't something to run from. Like you see me. — Sarah J. Maas

But I forgot to tell him," I said quietly, opening the door, "that the villain is usually the person who locks up the maiden and throws away the key."
"Oh?"
I shrugged. "He was the one who let me out.". — Sarah J. Maas

Night Triumphant- and the Stars Eternal. — Sarah J. Maas

She is my mate. And my spy,' I said too quietly. 'And she is the High Lady of the Night Court.'
'What?' Mor whsipered.
I caressed a mental finger down that bond now hidden deep, deep within us, and said, 'If they had removed her other glove, they would have seen a second tatoo on her right arm. The twin to the other. Inked last night, when we crept out, found a priestess, and I swore her in as my High Lady.' ( ... ) 'Not consort, not wife. Feyre is High Lady of the Night Court.' My equal in every way; she would wear my crown, sit on a throne beside mine. Never sidelined, never designated to breeding and parties and child rearing. My queen. — Sarah J. Maas

I whirled, and through the night drifting away like smoke on a wind, I found Rhysand straightening the lapels of his black jacket. "Hello, Feyre darling," he purred. — Sarah J. Maas

To the stars who listen and the dreams that are answered." -Rhysand — Sarah J. Maas

Was I interrupting? I thought it was over." Rhys gave me a smile dripping with venom. He knew-through that bond, through whatever magic was between us, he'd known I was about to say no. "At least Feyre seemed to think so. — Sarah J. Maas

What's it doing?" the green-faced faerie whined again.
A deep, elegant voice replied this time. "She's building a trap." Rhysand.
"But the Middengard - "
"Relies on its scent to see," Rhysand answered, and I gave a special glower for him as I glanced at the rim of the trench and found him smiling at me. "And Feyre just became invisible."
His violet eyes twinkled. I made an obscene gesture before I broke into a run, heading straight for the worm. — Sarah J. Maas

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. — Sarah J. Maas

I'm thinking it would be very easy to love you. And easier to call you my friend. — Sarah J. Maas

I turned. "I was asking about Jurian, the king, the queens, and the Cauldron, but I'm glad to know I have so many options where our relationship stands. And that you'll do whatever I want. I must have you wrapped completely around my finger."
His eyes danced with feline amusement. "Cruel, beautiful thing. — Sarah J. Maas

There you are. I've been looking for you.
His first words to me - not a lie at all, not a threat to keep those faeries away.
Thank you for finding her for me. — Sarah J. Maas

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. — Sarah J. Maas

He stalked closer, his movements feline, those violet eyes turning subdued-lethal. "You're welcome, you know."
"For saving you when asked." I stiffened. " I didn't ask for anything. — Sarah J. Maas

Rhys gave no warning as he gripped my arm, snarling softly, and tore off my glove. His touch was like a brand, and I flinched, yielding a step, but he held firm until he'd gotten both gloves off. " I heard you begging someone, anyone, to rescue you, to get you out. I heard you say no."
"I didn't say anything."
He turned my bare hand over, his hold tightening as he examined the eye he'd tattooed. He tapped the pupil. Once. Twice. " I heard it loud and clear. — Sarah J. Maas

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

To the people who look at the stars and wish, Rhys."
Rhys clinked his glass against mine. "To the stars who listen - and the dreams that are answered. — Sarah J. Maas

Lucien had been prepared to take me against my will.
Fae males were territorial, dominant, arrogant - but the ones in the Spring Court ... something had festered in their training. Because I knew - deep in my bones - that Cassian might push and test my limits, but the moment I said no, he'd back off. And I knew that if ... that if I had been wasting away and Rhys had done nothing to stop it, Cassian or Azriel would have pulled me out. They would have taken me somewhere - wherever I needed to be - and dealt with Rhys later.
But Rhys ... Rhys would never have not seen what was happening to me; would never have been so misguided and arrogant and self-absorbed. He'd known what Ianthe was from the moment he met her. And he'd understood what it was like to be a prisoner, and helpless, and to struggle - every day - with the horrors of both. — Sarah J. Maas

I want to share this bed with you, though," I breathed. "I want you to hold me."
Stars flickered to life in his eyes. "Always," he promised, kissing my brow, his wings now enveloping me completely. "Always. — Sarah J. Maas

If I'd had the strength, I would have leaped on him and ripped him apart. "You're a disgusting bastard."
"I'll have to ask Tamlin if this kind of flattery won his heart. — Sarah J. Maas

Because," he went on, his eyes locked with mine, "I didn't want you to fight alone. Or die alone."
And for a moment, I remembered that faerie who had died in our foyer, and how I'd told Tamlin the same thing. "Thank you," I said, my throat tight. — Sarah J. Maas

I love my people, and my family. Do not think I won't become a monster to keep them protected. — Sarah J. Maas

Is this necessary?" I said, gesturing to the paint and clothing.
"Of course," he said coolly. "How else would I know if anyone touches you?"
He approached, and I braced myself as he ran a finger along my shoulder, smearing the paint. As soon as his finger left my skin, the paint fixed itself, returning the design to its original form. "The dress itself won't mar it, and neither will your movements," he said, his face close to mine. His teeth were far too near to my throat. "And I'll remember precisely where my hands have been. But if anyone else touches you - let's say a certain High Lord who enjoys springtime - I'll know." He flicked my nose. "And, Feyre," he added, his voice a caressing murmur, "I don't like my belongings tampered with. — Sarah J. Maas

And so Tamlin unwittingly led the High Lady of the Night Court into the heart of his territory. — Sarah J. Maas

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. — Sarah J. Maas

A snap of Rhys's fingers, and my nightclothes - and some flimsy underthings - appeared on the bed. "I couldn't decide which scrap of lace I wanted you to wear, so I brought you a few to choose from."
"Pig," I barked — Sarah J. Maas

Rhys flipped back the lid. A note lay atop the golden metal of the book.
I read your letter. About the woman you love.
I believe you. And I believe in peace.
I believe in a better world.
If anyone asks, you stole this during the meeting.
Do not trust the others. The sixth queen was not ill. — Sarah J. Maas

I needed not to be dead when I agreed."
"You needed not to be alone. — Sarah J. Maas

It didn't excuse what he'd done. Even if he'd ... saved me-I choked on the word-from having to refuse Tamlin. Having to explain. — Sarah J. Maas

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. — Sarah J. Maas

I inclined my head slightly, and lowered my shield only long enough to say down the bond: To the dreams that answered.
A heartbeat later a sensual caress trailed along my mental shields - a polite request. I let it drop, let him in, and his voice filled my head. To the huntresses who remember to reach back for those less fortunate - and water-wraiths who swim very, very fast. — Sarah J. Maas

He studied the threshold to the bedroom hallway. "Azriel, Mor, Amren, and Cassian," he said, marking the eyes I'd painted. "You do know that one of them is going to paint a moustache under the eyes of whoever pisses them off that day."
I clamped my lips to keep the smile in. "Oh, Mor already promised to do that. — Sarah J. Maas

When do you come home to me? — Sarah J. Maas

Well, good-bye for now," he said, rolling his neck as if we hadn't been talking about anything important at all. He bowed at the waist, those wings vanishing entirely, and had begun to fade into the nearest shadow when he went rigid.
His eyes locked on mine wide and wild, and his nostrils flared. Shock - pure shock flashed across his features at whatever he saw on my face, and he stumbled back a step. Actually stumbled.
"What is - " I began.
He disappeared - simply disappeared, not a shadow in sight - into the crisp air. — Sarah J. Maas

So Rhys went against orders, and marched in his whole legion to get Myriam out. For his friend, for my lover- and for that bastard Drakon's sake. Rhys sacrificed his legion in the process, got all of them captured and tortured afterward. Yet everyone insists Rhysand is soulless, wicked. But the male I knew was the most decent of them all. Better than that prick-prince. You don't lose that quality, no matter the centuries, and Rhys was too smart to do anything but have the vilification of his character be a calculated move. And yet here you are- his mate. The most powerful High Lord in the world lost his mate, and has not yet come to claim her, even when she is defenseless in the woods." Jurian Chuckled. "Perhaps that's because Rhysand has not lost you at all. But rather unleashed you upon us. — Sarah J. Maas

I frowned at the eye in my palm. "What, literally shout at the tattoo?"
"You could try rubbing it on certain body areas and I might come faster. — Sarah J. Maas