Feyre Archeron Quotes

“I believe everything happens for a reason. Whether it is decided by the Mother, or the Cauldron, or some sort of tapestry of Fate, I don't know. I don't really care. But I am grateful for it, whatever it is. Grateful that it brought you all into my life. If it hadn't... I might have become as awful as that prick we're going to face today. If I had not met an Illyrian warrior-in-training," he said to Cassian, "I would not have known the true depths of strength, of resilience, of honor and loyalty." Cassian's eyes gleamed bright. Rhys said to Azriel, "If I had not met a shadowsinger, I would not have known that it is the family you make, not the one you are born into, that matters. I would not have known what it is to truly hope, even when the world tells you to despair." Azriel bowed his head in thanks.
Mor was already crying when Rhys spoke to her. "If I had not met my cousin, I would neer have learned that light can be found in even the darkest of hells. That kidness can thrive even amongst cruelty." She wiped away her teas as she nodded.
I waited for Amren to offer a retort. But she was only waiting.
Rhys bowed his head to her. "If I had not met a tiny monster who hoards jewels more fiercely than a firedrake..." A quite laugh from all of us at that. Rhys smiled softly. "My own power would have consumed me long ago."
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.
He wiped away the tears sliding down my face. "I believe that everything happened, exactly the way it had to... so I could find you." He kissed another tear away.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Wings and Ruin

“This could be . . . a very bad idea," I admitted, my grip tightening on his hand.
"Oh, it most certainly is," Cassian said with a faint smile as we continued down and down into the heavy black and thrumming silence. "But this is war. We don't have the luxury of good ideas–only picking between the bad ones.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Wings and Ruin

“As Cassian drew twin Illyrian blades, the sight of them like home, and said to Eris with lethal calm, “I suggest you drop my lady.”
― Sarah J. Maas

“—Porque yo no querría morirme sola —respondí, y me tembló la voz cuando volví a mirar a Tamlin y me obligué a buscar sus ojos con los míos—. Porque me gustaría que alguien me sostuviera la mano hasta el final y un rato más después. Eso es algo que todo el mundo merece, inmortales y humanos.

–Capítulo 17, pág. 177”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Thorns and Roses

“Stroking Feyre's cold hand, Nesta spoke into the timeless, frozen room, 'You loved me when no one else would. You never stopped. Even when I didn't deserve it, you loved me, and fought for me, and...' Nesta looked at Feyre's face, Death a breath away from claiming it. She didn't stop the tears that ran down her cheeks as she squeezed Feyre's slender hand tighter. 'I love you, Feyre.'

She had never said the words aloud. To anyone.

'I love you,' Nesta whispered. 'I love you.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A ​Court of Silver Flames

“Rhys lunged against his hold, but Amren stepped to their side and hissed, 'Listen.'

Nesta whispered, 'I give it all back.' Her shoulders heaved as she wept.

Rhys began shaking his head, his power a palpable, rising wave that would destroy them all, destroy the world if it meant Feyre was no longer in it, even if he only had seconds to live beyond her, but Amren grabbed the nape of his neck. Her red nails dug into his golden skin. 'Look at the light.'

Iridescent light began flowing from Nesta's body. Into Feyre.

Nesta kept holding her sister. 'I give it back. I give it back. I give it back.'

Even Rhys stopped fighting. No one moved.

The lights glimmered down Feyre's arm. Her legs. It suffused her ashen face. Began to fill the room.

Cassian's Siphons guttered, as if sensing a power far beyond his own, beyond any of theirs.

Tendrils of light drifted between the sisters. And one, delicate and loving, flowed towards Mor. To the bundle in her arms, setting the silent babe within glowing bright as the sun.

And Nesta kept whispering, 'I give it back. I give it all back.'

The iridescence filled her, filled Feyre, filled the bundle in Mor's arms, lighting his friend's face so the shock on it was etched in stark relief.

'I give it back,' Nesta said, one more time, and Mask and Crown tumbled from her head. The light exploded, blinding and warm, a wind sweeping past them, as if gathering every shard of itself out of the room.

Ans as it faded, dark ink splashed upon Nesta's back, visible through her half-shredded shirt, as if it were a wave crashing upon the shore.

A bargain. With the Cauldron itself.

Yet Cassian could have sworn a luminescent, gentle hand prevented the light from leaving her body altogether.

Cassian didn't fight Rhys this time as he raced to the bed. To where Feyre lay, flush with colour. No more blood spilling between her legs. Feyre opened her eyes.

She blinked at Rhys, and then turned to Nesta.

'I love you, too,' Feyre whispered to her sister, and smiled. Nesta didn't stop her sob as she launched herself onto Feyre and embraced her.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A ​Court of Silver Flames

“Rhys said to his mate, 'Feyre darling-'

'No good-byes,' Feyre panted. 'No good-byes, Rhys.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A ​Court of Silver Flames

“-given me quiet, steadfast company with those characters, who did not exist and never would, but somehow made me feel less...alone.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury

“Nesta, it should not have come out as it did.'

'Did Cassian tell you that?' He'd gone to Feyre, rather than here?

'No, but I can guess as much. He didn't want to keep anything from you.'

'My issue isn't with Cassian.' Nesta levelled her stare at Amren. 'I trusted you to have my back.'

'I stopped having your back the moment you decided to use that loyalty as a shield against everyone else.'

Nesta snarled, but Feyre stepped between them, hands raised. 'This conversation ends now. Nesta, go back to the House. Amren, you...' She hesitated, as if considering the wisdom of ordering Amren around. Feyre finished carefully, 'You stay here.'

Nesta let out a low laugh. 'You are her High Lady. You don't need to cater to her. Not when she now has less power than any of you.'

Feyre's eyes blazed. 'Amren is my friend, and has been a member of this court for centuries. I offer her respect.'

'Is it respect that she offers you?' Nesta spat. 'It is respect that your mate offers you?'

Feyre went still.

Amren warned, 'Don't you say one more fucking word, Nesta Archeron.'

Feyre asked, 'What do you mean?'

And Nesta didn't care. Couldn't think around the roaring. 'Have any of them told you, their respected High lady, that the babe in your womb will kill you?'

Amren barked, 'Shut your mouth!'

But her order was confirmation enough. Face paling, Feyre whispered again, 'What do you mean?'

'The wings,' Nesta seethed. 'The boy's Illyrian wings will get stuck in your Fae body during the labour, and it will kill you both.'

Silence rippled through the room, the world.

Feyre breathed, 'Madja just said that the labour would be risky. But the Bone Carver... The son he showed me didn't have wings.' Her voice broke. 'Did he only show me what I wanted to see.'

'I don't know,' Nesta said. 'But I do know that your mate ordered everyone not to inform you of the truth.' She turned to Amren. 'Did you all vote on that, too? Did you talk about her, judge her, and deem her unworthy of the truth? What was your vote, Amren? To let Feyre die in ignorance?' Before Amren could reply, Nesta turned back to her sister. 'Didn't you question why your precious, perfect Rhysand has been a moody bastard for weeks? Because he knows you will die. He knows, and yet he still didn't tell you.'

Feyre began shaking. 'If I die...' Her gaze drifted to one of her tattooed arms. She lifted her head, eyes bright with tears as she asked Amren, 'You... all of you knew this?'

Amren threw a withering glare in Nesta's direction, but said, 'We did not wish to alarm you. Fear can be as deadly as any physical threat.'

'Rhys knew?' Tears spilled down Feyre's cheeks, smearing the paint splattered there. 'About the threat to our lives?' She peered down at herself, at the tattooed hand cradling her abdomen.

And Nesta knew then that she had not once in her life been loved by her mother as much as Feyre already loved the boy growing within her.

It broke something in Nesta- broke that rage, that roaring- seeing those tears begin to fall, the fear crumpling Feyre's paint-smeared face.

She had gone too far. She... Oh, gods.

Amren said, 'I think it is best, girl, if you speak to Rhysand about this.'

Nesta couldn't bear it- the pain and fear and love on Feyre's face as she caressed her stomach.

Amren growled at Nesta, 'I hope you're content now.'

Nesta didn't respond. Didn't know what to say or do with herself. She simply turned on her heel and ran from the apartment.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A ​Court of Silver Flames

“Cassian.'

Rhys's voice was a thing of nightmares, of the darkness between the stars.

Cassian froze at that voice he'd so rarely heard, and never once directed at himself. 'What happened?'

Rhys's face was wholly calm. But death- black, raging death- lay in his eyes. Not a star or shimmer of violet remained.

Rhys said in that voice that was like hell embodied, 'Nesta saw fit to inform Feyre of the risk to her and the babe.'

Cassian's heart began thundering, even as it splintered.

Rhys held his state, and it was all Cassian could do to weather it as his brother, his High Lord said, 'Get Nesta out of this city. Right now.' Rhys's power rumbled in the room like a rising storm. 'Before I fucking kill her.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A ​Court of Silver Flames

“Of course I’ll dance with you,” Rhys said, his voice still raw. “All night, if you wish.”

“Even if I step on your toes?”

“Even then.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury

“I was about to beg Rhys to fly me home when I caught the strands of music pouring from a group of performers outside a restaurant.

My hands slackened at my sides. A reduced version of the symphony I'd heard in a chill dungeon, when I had been so lost in terror and despair that I'd hallucinated- hallucinated as this music poured into my cell- and kept me from shattering.

And once more, the beauty of it hit me, the layering and swaying, the joy and peace.

They had never played a piece like it Under the Mountain- never this sort of music. And I'd never heard music in my cell save for that one time.

'You,' I breathed, not taking my eyes from the musicians playing so skilfully that even the diners had set down their forks in the cafe nearby. '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.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury

“The Spring Court had felt stagnant. Hollow. Empty, despite its growing life. But this House was alive. It welcomed her, wanted her to grow and thrive. It was a place where she might rest or explore, where she could be whoever and whatever she wished.

Was that what home was? She had never learned. But this place... Yes, home might be a good name for it. Perhaps that was what Feyre had felt, too, when she'd left the Spring Court and come to these lands. Perhaps Feyre had fallen in love with this court as much as she had its ruler.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A ​Court of Silver Flames

“She didn't remember a time when she hadn't been angry.
...
She couldn't quell this relentless, churning anger. Couldn't stop herself from lashing out before she could be wounded.

She was no better than a rabid dog. She had been a rabid dog with Amren and Feyre. A beast, exactly like Tamlin. She hadn't even cared that she'd made it down the House stairs at last- did it count, when it was driven by fury?

Did she count- was she worth being counted?

It was the question that sent everything crumpling inside her.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A ​Court of Silver Flames

“Her sister's eyes slid to her. Nesta swallowed, holding Feyre's gaze. She prayed that her sister could read the silent words on her face. I am sorry for what I said to you in Amren's apartment. I am truly sorry.

Feyre's eyes softened. And then, to Nesta's shock, Feyre answered in her mind, Don't worry about it.

Nesta steeled herself, shaking off her surprise. She'd forgotten that her sister was... What was the word? Daemati. Able to mind-speak, as Rhys could. Nesta said, heart thundering, I spoke in anger, and I'm sorry.

Feyre's pause was considerable. Then she said, the words like the first rays of dawn, I forgive you.

Nesta tried not to sag.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A ​Court of Silver Flames

“Nesta's stare drifted to the paint flaking off the walls. The intricate little designs. Cassian followed her stare. 'Did Feyre paint that?'

Nesta swallowed, and managed to get out, 'She painted every chance she got. Any extra coins she managed to save went toward paints.'

'Have you ever seen what she's done to the cabin up in the mountains?'

'No.' She'd never been there.

'Feyre painted the whole thing. Just like this. She told me once that there's a dresser here...'

Nesta aimed for the bedroom. 'This one?' Cassian followed her, and gods, it was so cramped and dark and smelly. The bed was still covered with stained linens. The three of them had slept here for years.

Cassian ran a hand over the painted dresser, marvelling. 'She really did paint stars for herself before she knew Rhys was her mate. Before she knew he existed.' His fingers traced the twining vines of flowers on the second drawer. 'Elain's drawer.' They drifted lower, curling over a lick of flame. 'And yours.'

Nesta managed a grunt of confirmation, her chest tight to the point of pain.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A ​Court of Silver Flames

“So Nesta held her sister tightly, with Time halted around them, and she whispered, 'If you show me how to save her, you can have it back.'

The world paused. Worlds beyond their own paused.

Nesta buried her face in the cold sweat of Feyre's neck. She opened that place within herself, and said to the Mother, to the Cauldron, 'I'll give back what I took from you. Just show me how to save them- her and Rhysand and the baby.' Rhysand- her brother. That's what he was, wasn't he? Her brother, who had offered her kindness even when she knew he wanted to throttle her. And she him. and the baby... her nephew. Blood of her blood. She would save him, save them, even if it took everything. 'Show me,' she pleaded.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A ​Court of Silver Flames

“He leaned in, brushing his mouth against my heated cheek. I closed my eyes at the whisper of a kiss, at the hunger that ravaged me in its wake, that might ravage Prythian. And all around us, as if the world itself were indeed falling apart, stars rained down.

Bits of stardust glowed on his lips as he pulled away, as I stared up at him, breathless, while he smiled.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury

“The Middle is like nothing you have experienced before, Nesta. Don't let your guard down for a moment.'

Nesta nodded, not bothering to say that she'd operated by that principle for a long time.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A ​Court of Silver Flames

“Can you show Nesta how to ward it herself? Something perhaps with a bit more... oomph?'

'Oomph?' Rhys asked, lifting an eyebrow.

'Oomph,' Feyre said, throwing him a glare. 'We can't all be silver-tongued like you.'

Rhys winked. 'Good thing you benefit from it, Feyre darling.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A ​Court of Silver Flames

“Azriel asked, 'And Feyre still doesn't know?'

'No. She knows the birth will be difficult, but I haven't told her yet that it might very well claim her life.' Rhys spoke into their minds, as if he couldn't say it aloud, I haven't told her that the nightmares that now send me lurching from sleep aren't ones of the past, but of the future.

Cassian squeezed Rhys's shoulder, 'Why won't you tell her.'

Rhys's throat worked. 'Because I can't bring myself to give her that fear. To take away one bit of the joy in her eyes every time she puts a hand on her belly.' HIs voice shook. 'It is fucking eating me alive, this terror. I keep myself busy, but... there is no one to bargain with for her life, no amount of wealth to buy it, nothing that I can do to save her.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A ​Court of Silver Flames

“I thought I'd find you here. Well, either here or the stairs to the city.'

Cassian's voice sounded behind her, and Nesta whirled.

He went on alert, but Nesta glanced over a shoulder toward the darkness. Nothing.

It was gone. Or she'd imagined it.

'It's nothing,' she said as she peered over the railing. 'Just shadows.'

Cassian blew out a breath, leaning against the railing. 'Can't sleep?'

'I keep thinking about Tamlin.'

'You did well with him. And you did well against Eris, too. I don't think he'll forget that anytime soon.'

'He's a snake.'

'Glad we agree on something.'

Nesta huffed a laugh. 'I didn't appreciate him speaking to you like that.'

'It's how a lot of people speak to me.'

'That doesn't make it right.' She had spoken to him like that. She had said far worse things to Cassian than Eris had. Her throat tightened.

But she said, 'I can't believe Feyre ever loved Tamlin.'

'Tamlin never deserved her,' Cassian rested a hand on her back.

'No,' Nesta again peered into the darkness below. 'He didn't.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A ​Court of Silver Flames

“Nesta is a wolf who has been locked in a cage her whole life.

'I know,' Cassian said. She was a wolf who had never learned how to be a wolf, thanks to that cage humans called propriety and society. And like any maltreated animal, she bit anyone who came near. Good thing he liked being bitten. Good thing he savoured the bruises and scratches she left on his body every night, and that her unleashing when he was buried in her made him want to answer with his own.

Elain leaned forward. 'You only think you know- you haven't seen her on the dance floor. That's when Nesta truly lets the wolf roam free. When there's music.'

'Really?' Nesta had told him once, when he'd dragged her out of a particular seedy tavern, that she'd been there for the music. He'd ignored her, thinking it an excuse.

'Yes,' Elain said. 'She was trained in dance from a very young age. She loves it, and music. Not in the way I enjoy a waltz or a gavotte, but in the way that performers make an art of it. Nesta could bring an entire ballroom to a halt when she danced with someone.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A ​Court of Silver Flames

“I suppose that loudmouthed bastard told you more than was necessary.'

'You voted against me,' she said, her cold voice belying the crack in her chest.

'You have done nothing to prove you are able to handle such a terrible power,' Amren said with equal iciness. 'On that barge, you told me as much when you walked away from any attempt at mastering it. I offered to teach you more, and you walked away.'

'I walked away because you chose my sister.' Just as Elain had done. Amren had been her friend, her ally, and yet in the end, it hadn't mattered one bit. She'd picked Feyre.

'I didn't choose anyone, you stupid girl,' Amren snapped. 'I told you that Feyre had requested you and I work together again, and you somehow twist that into me siding with her?' Nesta said nothing. 'I told them to leave you alone for months. I refused to speak about you with them. And then the moment I realised my behaviour was not helping you, that maybe your sister was right, I somehow betrayed you?'

Nesta shook. 'You know how I feel about Feyre.'

'Yes, poor Nesta, with a younger sister who loves her so dearly she's willing to do anything to get her help.'

Nesta blocked out the memory of Tamlin in his beast form, how she had wanted to rip him limb from limb. She was no better than him, in the end. 'Feyre doesn't have me.' She didn't deserve Feyre's love. Just as Tamlin hadn't.

Amren barked out a laugh. 'That you believe Feyre doesn't only proves you're unworthy of your power. Anyone that willingly blind cannot be trusted. You would be a walking nightmare with those weapons.'

'It's different now.' The words rang hollow. Was it any different? Was she any different that she'd been this summer, when she and Amren had fought on the barge, and Amren's utter disappointment in her failure to be anything had surfaced at last?

Amren smiled, as if she knew that, too. 'You can train as hard as you want, fuck Cassian as often as you want, but it isn't going to fix what's broken if you don't start reflecting.'

'Don't preach at me.. You-' She pointed at Amren, and could have sworn the female stepped out of the line of fire. Just as Tamlin had done. As if Amren also remembered that the last time Nesta had pointed at an enemy, it had ended with his severed head in her hands. A joyless laugh broke from her. 'You think I'd mark you with a death-promise?'

'You nearly did with Tamlin the other day.' So Cassian had told them all about that, too. 'But I'll say to you again what I said on that barge. I think you have powers that you still do not understand, respect, or control.'

'How dare you assume you know what is best for me?'

When Amren didn't answer, Nesta hissed, 'You were my friend.'

Amren's teeth flashed. 'Was I? I don't think you know what that word means.'

Her chest ached, as if that invisible fist had punched her once again. Steps thudded beyond the shattered door, and she braced for Cassian to come roaring in-

But it was Feyre.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A ​Court of Silver Flames

“Cassian.

I forgot you can mind-speak.

Her laugh sounded. I can't decide whether I should be insulted or not. Perhaps I should be using the daemati gifts more often. She paused before saying, Are you all right?

I should be asking you that.

Rhys overreacted. He completely and utterly overreacted.

Cassian shook his head, though Feyre couldn't see it. I'm sorry you had to learn of it.

I'm not. I'm furious with all of you. I understand why you didn't tell me, but I'm furious.

Well, we're furious with Nesta.

She had the courage to tell me the truth.

She told you the truth to hurt you.

Perhaps. But she was the only one who said anything.

Cassian sighed through his nose. She... He thought it over. I think she saw the parallels between your situations and, in her own way, decide to avenge both of you.

That's my feeling, too. Rhys disagrees.

I wish you'd found out a different way.

Well, I didn't. But we'll face it together. All of us.

How can you be so calm about this?

The alternative is fear and panic. I will not let my son feel those things. I will fight for him, for us, until I no longer can.

Cassian's throat tightened. We'll fight for you, too.

I know. Feyre paused again. Rhys had no right to chase you from the city, or to threaten Nesta. He has realised that, and apologised. I want you to come back home. Both of you. Where did you even head off to?

The wilderness. Cassian looked over a shoulder, to where Nesta had been asleep for the past few hours, curled into a tight ball against the wall of rock. I think we'll stay out here for a few days. We're going to hike.

Nesta has never been on a hike in her life. I guarantee she will hate it.

Then tell Rhys this is her punishment. Because Rhys, despite apologising for his threats, would still be furious. Tell him that Nesta and I are going to hike, and she's going to hate it, but she comes home when I decide she's ready to come home.

Feyre was quiet for a long moment. He says that he knows he's supposed to say that's unnecessary, but to tell you he's secretly delighted.

Good. I am secretly glad to hear that.

Feyre laughed, and the sound was proof that she might have been hurt, startled by the news, but she was indeed adapting to it. Would not let it make her cower and cry. He didn't know why he'd expected any less of her.

Feyre said, Please take care of her, Cassian. And yourself.

Cassian glanced to the sleeping female nearly hidden in the shadows of the rock.

I will.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A ​Court of Silver Flames

“He'd locked me in here.
He'd locked me in. He'd sealed me inside this house.

I was trapped.
I was trapped inside this house.
He'd trapped me in here; he locked me up.

He'd trapped me in here; he'd trapped me; he trapped me --

I had to get out, because, I'd barely escaped from another prison once before.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury

“Be glad of your human heart, Feyre. Pity those who don't feel anything at all."

I couldn't explain about the hole that had already formed in my soul - didn't want to, so I just nodded.

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.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Thorns and Roses

“love won't feed a hungry belly,”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Thorns and Roses

“Nesta is different from most people,' I explained. 'She comes across as rigid and vicious, but I think it's a wall. A shield. I think Nesta feels everything- sees too much; sees and feels it all. And she burns with it. Keeping that wall up helps from being overwhelmed, from caring too greatly.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury

“Made—resurrected and given this new body by the seven High Lords of Prythian.”
― sarah j maas