faeriequeenofthewest:

Sometimes I feel awkward about the number of books I own.

But there is something so comforting in their presence. Something about the potential for what they have to teach me, for what I might experience or understand from reading them.

There is something so optimistic about the presence of books.

redlondons:

“All right,” he said. “I’ll teach you.” His copper lashes sank low over his two-toned eyes. “There’s As Travars, to travel between worlds.” She rolled her eyes. “I know that one.” He lowered himself a fraction, bringing his lips to her ear. “And As Tascen,” he continued, breath warm. “To move within a world.” She felt a shiver of pleasure as his lips brushed her jaw. “And As Hasari,” he murmured. “To heal.” His mouth found hers, stealing a kiss before he said, “As Staro. To seal.” And she would have let him linger there, but his mouth continued downward. “As Pyrata.” A breath against the base of her throat. “To burn.” His hands sliding beneath the fabric of her shirt. “As Anasae.” A blossom of heat between her breasts. “To dispel.” Above her navel. “As Steno.” One hand unlacing the ties of her slacks. “To break.” Guiding them off. “As Orense.” His teeth skimming her hip bone. “To open…”

nestacherons:

We exchanged a rare, calm glance. But then I said, “Why won’t you train with Cassian?”
Nesta’s spine locked up. “Why is it only Cassian that I may train with? Why not the other one?”
“Azriel?”
“Him, or the blond one who won’t shut up.”
“If you’re referring to Mor—”
“And why must I train at all? I am no warrior, nor do I desire to be.”
“It could make you strong—”
There are many types of strength beyond the ability to wield a blade and end lives. Amren told me that yesterday.” ❦

Chapter 24, A Court of Wings and Ruin by Sarah J. Maas. ♔