I think my heart knew you were mine long before I ever realized it.
k.b. // a court of frost and starlight - feyra to rhysand (by sarah j. maas)
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Azriel: *sneezes and shadows come out of his nose*
Rhysand:
Amren:
Morrigan:
Cassian:
Feyre:
Nesta: ………So we are all just going to ignore that?
Cassian: Oh my bad; bless you, Azriel.
Nesta: THAT’S NOT WHAT I MEANT
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Rhysand: My standards are very high, actually. I prefer well-mannered, graceful—
Feyre: *stumbles into the room, covered in mud and blood, wyrm carcass thrown over her shoulder*
Rhysand:
Rhysand: I want that one
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It was all she ever wanted: to dwell in peace, without the shadow of her past hunting her.
Sarah J. Maas, Kingdom of Ash
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You cannot pick and choose what parts of her to love. Just as you cannot pick which parts of me you accept.
Sarah J. Maas
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The thirteen playing truth or dare in KOA:
Dorian: Manon, truth or dare.
Manon: Truth
Dorian: I dare you to kiss me right now.
Manon: *moving immediately to kiss him*
Asterin: She didn’t even even say dare?
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Week 8 in my journal. The journal is already getting chunky, so I didn’t stick in many drawings this time.
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To the stars who listen and the dreams that are answered.
k.b. // a court or frost and starlight - sarah j. maas
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Feyre: what do you commonly use your magic for besides manipulating shadows?
Azriel: controlling my allergies.
Feyre:
Feyre:
Feyre: what.
Azriel: I can’t be a spymaster with the sniffles.
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“Like a roaring star, he thundered down the long shoot, and Manon moved with him, meeting each gallop of his powerful body, each step in time with the beat of the wyverns locked in the belly of the mountain. Abraxos flapped his wings open, pounding them once, twice, gathering speed, fearless, unrelenting, ready…
Fast as lightning arcing across the sky, he plummeted toward the Gap floor…
Down into hell, into eternity, into that world where, for a moment, she could have sworn that something tightened in her chest. She did not shut her eyes, not as the moon-illuminated stones of the Gap became closer, clearer. She did not need to. Like the sails of a mighty ship, Abraxos’s wings unfurled, snapping tight. He tilted them upward, pulling against the death trying to drag them down. And it was those wings, covered in glimmering patches of Spidersilk, that stayed strong and sturdy, sending them soaring clean up the side of the Omega and into the starry sky beyond.”
—Heir Of Fire
“First Flight” Artist: @madschofield
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