Quotes & Sayings About Rhysand

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

Many atrocities, have been done in the name of the greater good. — Sarah J. Maas

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

He chucled. Even as he said my most private thoughts, even as I burned with outrage and shame, I trembled at the grip still on my mind. Rhysand turned to the High Lord. "I'm curious: Why did she wonder if it would feel good to have you bite her breast the way you bit her neck?"
"Let. Her. Go." Tamlin's face was twisted with such feral rage that it struck a different, deeper chord of terror in me.
"If it's any consolation," Rhysand confided to him, "she would have been the one for you - and you might have gotten away with it. A bit late, though. She's more stubborn than you are. — Sarah J. Maas

Freyre! someone roared. No, not someone - Rhysand. — 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

Regardless of his motives or his methods, Rhysand was keeping me alive. And had done so even before I set foot Under the Mountain. — 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

Where are we going?"
Rhy's smile widened into a grin. "To Velaris - the City of Starlight. — 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

Maybe you should...go."
"Why? You seemed so insistent that I train you."
"I can't concentrate with you around," I admitted "And go... far. I can feel you from a room away."
A suggestive curve shaped his lips. — Sarah J. Maas

I fell in love with you, smartass, because you were one of us - because you weren't afraid of me, and you decided to end your spectacular victory by throwing that piece of bone at Amarantha like a javelin. I felt Cassian's spirit beside me in that moment, and could have sworn I heard him say, 'If you don't marry her, you stupid prick, I will. — Sarah J. Maas

Even as he said my most private thoughts, even as I burned with outrage and shame, I trembled at the grip still on my mind. Rhysand turned to the High Lord. "I'm curious: Why did she wonder if it would feel good to have you bite her breast the way you bit her neck?"
"Let. Her. Go." Tamlin's face was twisted with such feral rage that it struck a different, deeper chord of terror in me. — Sarah J. Maas

You didn't tell me this would happen."
"You didn't ask. So how am I to blame? — 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

Amber eyes slid to me. To my crown. Then Rhys's. "An emissary wears a golden crown. Is that a tradition in Prythian?"
"No," Rhysand said smoothly, "but she certainly looks good enough in one that can't resist. — Sarah J. Maas

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

There are different kinds of darkness," Rhys said. I kept my eyes shut. "There is the darkness that frightens, the darkness that soothes, the darkness that is restful." I pictured each. "There is the darkness of lovers, and the darkness of assassins. It becomes what the bearer wishes it to be, needs it to be. It is not wholly bad or good. — Sarah J. Maas

Say it," I gritted out.
"The High Lord of the Night Court is your mate. — Sarah J. Maas

Oh, you should have been born with my abilities, if only to have felt the rage that seeped from him."
I didn't want to think much about his abilities. "Who's to say he won't splatter you as well?"
"Perhaps he'll try- but I have a feeling he'll kill Amarantha first. — Sarah J. Maas

What have you done to me?"
Rhysand stood, running a hand through his short, dark hair. It's custom in my court for bargains to be permanently marked upon flesh."
I rubbed my left forearm and hand, the entirety of which was now covered in swirls and whorls of black ink. Even my fingers weren't spared, and a large eye was tattooed in the center of my palm. It was feline, and its slitted pupil stared right back me.
"Make it go away," I said, and he laughed.
"You humans are truly grateful creatures, aren't you? — Sarah J. Maas

I smelled jasmine first-then saw stars. A sea of stars flickering beyond glowing pillars of moonstone that framed the sweeping view of endless snowcapped mountains.
"Welcome to the Night Court. — 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

I'm his subject, and he is my High Lord - " "You are no one's subject." I went rigid at the flash of teeth, the smoke-like wings that flared out. "I will say this once - and only once," Rhysand purred, stalking to the map on the wall. "You can be a pawn, be someone's reward, and spend the rest of your immortal life bowing and scraping and pretending you're less than him, than Ianthe, than any of us. — Sarah J. Maas

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

Rhysand laughed - a lover's laugh, low and soft and intimate. "Is that any way to speak to a High Lord of Prythian?" My — Sarah J. Maas

So I said, "He is lucky to have all of you."
"No," she said softly - more gently than I'd ever heard. "We are lucky to have him, Feyre." I turned from the door. "I have known many High Lord," Amren continued, studying her paper. "Cruel ones, cunning ones, weak ones, powerful ones. But never one that dreamed. Not as he does."
"Dreams of what?" I breathed.
"Of peace. Of freedom. Of a world united, a world thriving, Of something better - for all of us. — 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

He locked you up because he knew - the bastard knew what a treasure you are. That you are worth more than land or gold or jewels. He knew, and wanted to keep you all to himself."
The words hit me, even as they soothed some jagged piece in my soul. "He did - does love me, Rhysand."
"The issue isn't whether he loved you, it's how much. Too much. Love can be a poison." And then he was gone. — Sarah J. Maas

Rhysand, High Lord of the Night Court, now stood beside me, darkness leaking from him like ink in water. He — Sarah J. Maas

That I will bow before no one and nothing but my crown. — Sarah J. Maas

Because all the monsters have been let out of their cages tonight, no matter what court they belong to. So I may roam wherever I wish until the dawn. — Sarah J. Maas

I'd forgotten that human minds are easy to shatter as eggshells," Rhysand said, and ran a finger across the base of my throat. I shuddered, my eyes burning. "Look at how delighful she is - look how she's trying not to cry out in terror. It would be quick, I promise. — Sarah J. Maas

The only evidence I had at all that Rhys remained on the premises were the blank copies of the alphabet, along with several sentences I was to write every day, swapping out words, each one more obnoxious than the last:

Rhysand is the most handsome High Lord.
Rhysand is the most delightful High Lord.
Rhysand is the most cunning High Lord. — 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

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

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

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

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

I'd endure every second of it over again so I could find you. — Sarah J. Maas

It took me a long while to realize that Rhysand, whether he knew it or not, had effectively kept me from shattering completely. — Sarah J. Maas

I stared at the nose I'd seen bleeding only hours before, the violet eyes that had been so filled with pain. "Why?" I asked.
He knew what I meant, and shurugged. "Because when the legends get written, I didn't want to be remembered for standing on the sidelines. I want my future offspring to know that I was there, and that I fought against her at the end, even if I couldn't do anything useful."
I blinked, this time not at the brightness of the sun.
"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.
Rhys flashed a grin that didn't quite reach his eyes. " I doubt you'll be saying that when I take you to the Night Court. — Sarah J. Maas

The great joy and honour of my life has been to know you. To call you my family. And I am grateful - more than I can possibly say - that I was given this time with you all — Sarah J. Maas

I'd done such a foolish thing in binding myself to Rhysand. Rhysand, with the wings and talons lurking beneath that beautiful, flawless surface; Rhysand, who could shatter minds. I did it for you, I wanted to shout. — Sarah J. Maas

He did - does love me, Rhysand." "The issue isn't whether he loved you, it's how much. Too much. Love can be a poison." And — Sarah J. Maas

What - what was I doing the whole time?" So much for Alis's warning.
Lucien let out a sharp breath, running a hand through his red hair. "He had you dance for him for most of the night. And when you weren't dancing, you were sitting in his lap."
"What kind of dancing?" I pushed.
"Not the kind you were doing with Tamlin on Solstice," Lucien said, and my face heated. From the murkiness of my memories of last night, I recalled the closeness of a certain pair of violet eyes - eyes that sparkled with mischief as they beheld me.
"In front of everyone?"
"Yes," Lucien replied - more gently than I'd heard him speak to me before. — Sarah J. Maas

When you healed my arm ... You didn't need to bargain with me. You could have demanded every single week of the year." My brows knit together as he turned, already half-consumed by the dark. "Every single week, and I would have said yes." It wasn't entirely a question, but I needed the answer.
A half smile appeared on his sensuous lips. "I know," he said, and vanished. — Sarah J. Maas

The issue isn't wether he loved you, it's how much. Too much. Love can be a poison. — Sarah J. Maas

Rhysand merely raised a brow. I already have everything I want. — Sarah J. Maas

I waited for the fear to hit; waited for my body to shriek to find a way to get out of this dinner, but ... nothing. Maybe it'd be a mercy to be ended
A broad hand gripped my face - gently enough not to hurt, but hard enough to make me look at him. "Don't you ever think that," Rhysand hissed, his eyes livid. "Not for one damned moment. — Sarah J. Maas

I will bow to no one and nothing but my crown. — Sarah J. Maas

When Rhys came back, after Amarantha, he was a ghost. He pretended he wasn't, but he was. You made him come alive again. — 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

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

Everything about the stranger radiated sensual grace and ease. High Fae, no doubt. His short black hair gleamed like a raven's feathers, offsetting his pale skin and blue eyes so deep they were violet, eevn in the firelight They twinkled with amusent as he beheld me. — 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

Thus I became Rhysand's plaything, the harlot of Amarantha's whore. — 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

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

His short black hair gleamed like a raven's feathers, off-setting his pale skin and blue eyes so deep they were violet, even in the firelight. — 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

Rhysand yelled my name again - yelled it as though he cared. I blacked out, but she brought me back, ensuring that I felt everythingm ensuring that I screamed every time a bone broke. — Sarah J. Maas

Rhysand's face became a mask of calm fury as he stared and stared at me. "I remember you," he purred. "It seems like you ignored my warning to stay out of trouble. — Sarah J. Maas

Her magic sent him sprawling, and it then hurled into Rhysand again - so hard that his head cracked against the stones and the knife dropped from his splayed fingers. No one made a move to help him, and she struck him once more with her power. The red marble splintered where he hit it, spiderwebbing toward me. With wave after wave she hit him. Rhys groaned.
"Stop," I breathed, blood filling my mouth as I strained a hand to reach her feet. "Please."
Rhys's arms buckled as he fought to rise, and blood dripped from his nose, splattering on the marble. His eyes met mine.
The bond between us went taut. I flashed between my body and his, seeing myself through his eyes, bleeding and broken and sobbing.
I snapped back into my own mind as Amarantha turned to me again. "Stop? Stop? Don't pretend you care, human," she crooned, and curled her finger. I arched my back, my spine straining to the point of cracking, and Rhysand bellowed my name as I lost my grip on the room. — 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

Kindness can thrive even amongst cruelty. — Sarah J. Maas

Her whore I might be, but not without my reasons. — 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

Rhys casually released me with a flick of his tongue over my bottom lip as a crowd of High Fae appeared behind Amarantha and chimed in with her laughter. Rhysand gave them a lazy, self-indulgent grin and bowed. But something sparked in the queen's eyes as she looked at Rhysand. Amarantha's whore, they'd called him. — Sarah J. Maas

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

He smiled for a heartbeat longer. I had never seen anyone so handsome-and never had so many warning bells pealed in my head because of it. — Sarah J. Maas

Don't you - you don't want your own space?"
"No," he said baldly. "Unless you do. I need you protecting me from our enemies with your water-wolves. — Sarah J. Maas

We are grateful Rhysand," said Amren quietly. "More than you know. — Sarah J. Maas

I turned.
Rhysand leaned against the archway into the sitting room, arms crossed, wings nowhere to be seen, dressed in his usual immaculate black jacket and pants.
And as those violet eyes met mine, as that familiar half smile faded — Sarah J. Maas

They grabbed for me,
but he bared his teeth in a smile
that was anything but friendly -
and they halted.
"No more household chores, no more tasks,"
he said, his voice an erotic caress.
Their yellow eyes went glazed and dull,
their sharp teeth gleaming as their mouths slackned.
"Tell the others, too. Stay out of her cell,
and don't touch her.
If you do, you're to take your own daggers and
gut yourselves. Understood?"
Dazed, numb nods, then they blinked and straightened. I hid my trembling. Glamour, mind control - whatever it was he had done, it worked. They beckoned - but didn't dare touch me.
Rhysand smiled. "You're welcome," he purred as I walked out. — Sarah J. Maas

Rhys straightened. "You'd- make me food?"
"Heat," I said. "I can't cook."
It didn't seem to make a difference. But whatever it was, the act of offering him food... I dumped some cold soup into a pan and lit the burner. "I don't know the rules," I said, my back to him. "So you need to explain them to me."
He lingered in the center of the cabin, watching my every move. He said hoarsely, "It's an... important moment when a female offers her mate food. It goes back to whatever beats we were a long, long time ago. But it still matters. The first time matters. Some mated pairs will make an occasion of it- throwing a party just so the female can formally offer mate food... That's usually done amongst the wealthy. But it means that the female... accepts the bond."
I stared into the soup. "Tell me the story- tell me everything."
He understood my offer: tell me while I cooked, and I'd decide at the end whether or not to offer him that food. — 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

You sent that music into my cell. Why?" Rhysand's voice was hoarse. "Because you were breaking. And I couldn't find another way to save you." The — 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

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

He leaned forward and kissed me lightly. "Not forever," he said onto my mouth. And though I knew it was a lie, I put my arms around his neck and kissed him. He pulled me onto his lap, holding me tightly against him as his lips parted mine. I became aware of every pore in my body when his tongue entered my mouth. Though the horror of Rhysand's magic still tore at me, I pushed Tamlin onto the bed, straddling him, pinning him as if it would somehow keep me from leaving, as if it would make time stop entirely. His — 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

You dare glamour me? he growled, his violet eyes burning as they bore into my own. Lucien just pressed me harder into the wall. — Sarah J. Maas

I stepped out of the shelter of my savior's arm and turned to thank him. Standing before me was the most beautiful man I'd ever seen. — 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