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Life will hit you hard in the face, wait for you to get back up just so it can kick you in the stomach. But getting the wind knocked out of you is the only way to remind your lungs how much they like the taste of air.
I have seen the best of you, and the worst of you, and I choose both.
Such a little thing really, a kiss... most people don't give it a moment's consideration. They kiss on meeting, they kiss on parting, that simple touching of flesh is taken entirely for granted as a basic human right.
Some people read palms to tell your future, but I read hands to tell your past. Each scar makes a story worth telling. Each callused palm, each cracked knuckle is a missed punch or years in a factory.
He gripped her hard, forcing her to meet his eyes as he snarled, I see you. I see every part of you. And I am not afraid.I will not be afraid.A line in the burning brightness.My name is Aelin Ashryver Galathynius . . .And I will not be afraid.
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.
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 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.
Some things you hear with your ears. Others, you hear with your heart.
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.
Say it, I gritted out.The High Lord of the Night Court is your mate.
I love you,’ he whispered, and kissed my brow. ‘Thorns and all.