Like stalks of wheat in a wind, the others fell to their knees as well.
For in all of her preening ceremonies and rituals, never had Ianthe revealed any sign of power or blessing. But Feyre Cursebreaker, who had led Prythian from tyranny and darkness…
Blessed. Holy. Undimming before evil.
I let my glow spread until it, too, rippled from Lucien’s bowed form.
A knight before his queen.
When I looked to Ianthe and smiled again, I let a bit of the wolf show.
“She tore into the darkness with claws and talons and teeth. Rent and cleaved and shredded. The dark eternity around her shuddered. Bucked. Thrashed. She laughed as it tried to recoil. Laughed around the mouthful of raw power she ripped from the inky black around her and swallowed whole; laughed at the fistfuls of eternity she shoved into her heart, her veins. The Cauldron struggled like a bird under a cat’s paw. She refused to relent her grip.” > y’all are sleeping on this acofas quote …
Any way I drew my baby and I love her and I want her to conquer the world in the next book but also to find happiness bye
Y’all I haven’t even read that book yet but you ARE sleeping on that quote holy crap
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