A Court Of Wings And Ruin Quotes

“I see all of you, Rhys. And there is not one part that I do not love with everything I am.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Wings and Ruin

“Kindness can thrive even amongst cruelty.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Wings and Ruin

“The great joy and honour of my life has been to know you. To call you my family. And I am grateful - more than I can possibly say - that I was given this time with you all”
― 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

“Elain stepped out of a shadow behind him, and rammed Truth-Teller to the hilt through the back of the king's neck as she snarled in his ear, 'Don't you touch my sister.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Wings and Ruin

“I heard you,' he said softly. 'When I was- gone.'

I began to tense at the lingering terror that had driven me from sleep these past few nights- the terror I doubted I'd soon recover from. 'Those minutes,' I said once he began making long, soothing strokes down my thigh. 'Rhys... I never want to feel that again.'

'Now you know how I felt Under the Mountain.'

I craned my neck to look up at him. 'Never lie to me again. Not about that.'

'But about other things?'

I pinched his arm hard enough that he laughed and batted away my hand. 'I couldn't let all you ladies take the credit for saving us. Some male had to claim a bit of glory so you don't trample us until the end of time with your bragging.'

I punched his arm this time.

But he wrapped his arm around my waist and squeezed, breathing me in. 'I heard you, even in death. It made me look back. Made me stay- a little longer.'

Before going to that place I had once tried to describe to the Carver.

'When it's time to go there,' I said quietly, 'we go together.'

'It's a bargain,' he said, and kissed me gently.

I murmured back onto his lips, 'Yes, it is.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Wings and Ruin

“Dying.
I slid to my knees before it, sinking into the bloody moss. “Let me help you. I can heal you.”
I’d do it the same way I’d helped Rhysand. Remove those arrows—and offer it my blood.
I reached for the first one, but a dry, bony hand settled on my wrist. “Your magic …,” it rasped, “is spent. Do not … waste it.”
“I can save you.”
It only gripped my wrist. “I am already gone.”
“What—what can I do?” The words turned thin—brittle.
“Stay …,” it breathed. “Stay … until the end.”
I took its hand in mine. “I’m sorry.” It was all I could think to say. I had done this—I had brought it here.
“I knew,” it gasped, sensing my shift in thoughts. “The tracking … I knew of it.”
“Then why come at all?”
“You … were kind. You … fought your fear. You were … kind,” it said again.
I began crying.
“And you were kind to me,” I said, not brushing away the tears that fell onto its bloodied, tattered robe. “Thank you—for helping me. When no one else would.”
A small smile on that lipless mouth. “Feyre Archeron.” A labored breath. “I told you—to stay with the High Lord. And you did.”
Its warning to me that first time we’d met. “You—you meant Rhys.” All this time. All this time—
“Stay with him … and live to see everything righted.”
“Yes. I did—and it was.”
“No—not yet. Stay with him.”
“I will.” I always would.
Its chest rose—then fell.
“I don’t even know your name,” I whispered. The Suriel—it was a title, a name for its kind.
That small smile again. “Does it matter, Cursebreaker?”
“Yes.”
Its eyes dimmed, but it did not tell me. It only said, “You should go now. Worse things—worse things are coming. The blood … draws them.”
I squeezed its bony hand, the leathery skin growing colder. “I can stay a while longer.”
I had killed enough animals to know when a body neared death. Soon, now—it would be a matter of breaths.
“Feyre Archeron,” the Suriel said again, gazing at the leafy canopy, the sky peeking through it. A painful inhale. “A request.”
I leaned close. “Anything.”
Another rattling breath. “Leave this world … a better place than how you found it.”
And as its chest rose and stopped altogether, as its breath escaped in one last sigh, I understood why the Suriel had come to help me, again and again. Not just for kindness … but because it was a dreamer.
And it was the heart of a dreamer that had ceased beating inside that monstrous chest.
Its sudden silence echoed into my own.
I laid my head on its chest, on that now-silent vault of bone, and wept.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Wings and Ruin

“I'm sorry.'

It was those two words that shattered me. Shattered me in a way I didn't know I could still be broken, a rending of every tether and leash.

Stay with the High Lord. The Suriel's last warning. Stay... and live to see everything righted.

A lie. A lie, as Rhys had lied to me. Stay with the High Lord.

Stay.

For there... the torn scraps of the mating bond. Floating on a phantom wind inside me. I grasped at them- tugged at them, as if he'd answer.

Stay. Stay, stay, stay.

I clung to those scraps and remnants, clawing at the voice that lurked beyond.

Stay.

I looked up at Tarquin, lip curling back from my teeth. Looked at Helion. And Thesan. And Beon and Kallias, Viviane weeping at his side. And I snarkled, 'Bring him back.'

Blank faces.

I screamed at them, 'BRING HIM BACK.'

Nothing.

'You did it for me,' I said, breathing hard. 'Now do it for him.'

'You were human,' Helion said carefully. 'It is not the same-'

'I don't care. Do it.' When they didn't move, I rallied the dregs of my power, readying to rip into their minds and force them, not caring what rules or laws it broke. I wouldn't care, only if-

Tarquin stepped forward. He slowly extended his hand toward me.

'For what he gave,' Tarquin said quietly. 'Today and for many years before.'

And as the seed of light appeared in his palm... I began crying again. Watched it drop onto Rhys's bare throat and vanish onto the skin beneath, an echo of light flaring once.

Helion stepped forward. That kernel of light in his hand flickered as it fell onto Rhys's skin.

Then Kallias. And Thesan.

Until only Beron stood there.

Mor drew her sword and laid it on his throat. He jerked, having not seen her move. 'I do not mind making one more kill today,' she said.

Beron gave her a withering glare, but shoved off the sword and strode forward. He practically chucked that fleck of light onto Rhys. I didn't care about that, either.

I didn't know the spell, the power it came from. But I was High Lady.

I held out my palm. Willing the spark of life to appear. Nothing happened.

I took a steadying breath, remembering how it had looked. 'Tell me how,' I growled to no one.

Thesan coughed and stepped forward. Explaining the core of power and on and on and I didn't care, but I listened, until-

There. Small as a sunflower seed, it appeared in my palm. A bit of me- my life.

I laid it gently on Rhys's blood-crusted throat.

And I realised, just as he appeared, what was missing.

Tamlin stood there, summoned by either the death of a fellow High Lord or one of the others around me. He was splattered in mud and gore, his new bandolier of knives mostly empty.

He studied Rhys, lifeless before me. Studied all of us- the palms still out.

There was no kindness on his face. No mercy.

'Please,' was all I said to him.

Then Tamlin glanced between us- me and my mate. His face did not change.

'Please,' I wept. 'I will- I will give you anything-'

Something shifted in his eyes at that. But not kindness. No emotion at all.

I laid my head on Rhysand's chest, listening for any kind of heartbeat through that armour.

'Anything,' I breathed to no one in particular. 'Anything.'

Steps scuffed on the rocky ground. I braced myself for another set of hands trying to pull me away, and dug my fingers in harder.

The steps remained behind me for long enough that I looked.

Tamlin stood there. Staring down at me. Those green eyes swimming with some emotion I couldn't place.

'Be happy, Feyre,' he said quietly.

And dropped that final kernel of light onto Rhysand.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Wings and Ruin

“Lucien. It was Lucien.

Lucien, haggard and bloody, panting for breath. As if he'd run from the shore.

His gaze settled on Elain, and he sagged a little. But Elain only wrapped her arms around herself and remained at my side.

'Are you hurt?' he asked, coming toward us. Spying the blood speckling Elain's hands.

He halted short as he noticed the King of Hybern's decapitated head on the other side of the clearing. Nesta was still showered with his blood.

'I'm fine,' Elain said quietly. And then asked, noticing the gore on him, the torn clothes and still-bloody weapons, 'Are you-'

'Well, I never want to fight in another battle as long as I live, but... yes, I'm in one piece.'

A faint smile bloomed on Elain's lips. But Lucien noticed that scorched patch of grass behind us and said, 'I heard- what happened. I'm sorry for your loss. All of you.'

I just strode to him and threw my arms around his neck, even if it wasn't the embrace he was hoping for. 'Thank you- for coming. With the battle, I mean.'

'I've got one hell of a story to tell you,' he said, squeezing me tightly.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Wings and Ruin

“Sunlight still leaked in through the windows of the town house. The scent of citrus and the sea and baked bread still filled every room.

And distantly... Children were still laughing in the streets.

Home. Home was the same- home was untouched.

I squeezed Rhys's hand so tightly I thought he'd complain, but he only squeezed tight back.

And even thought we had all bathed, as we stood there... there was a grime to us. Like the blood hadn't entirely washed off.

And I realised that home was indeed the same, but we... perhaps we were not.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Wings and Ruin

“Rhys said, "We will walk onto that field and only accept Death when it comes to haul us away to the Otherworld. We will fight for life, for survival, for our futures. But if it is decided by that tapestry of Fate or the Cauldron or the Mother that we do not walk off that field today . . ."
His chin liftet. "The great joy and honor of my life has been to know you. To call you my family. And I am grateful - more than I can possibly say - that I was given this time with you all.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Wings and Ruin (Part 3 of 3) [Dramatized Adaptation]

“I told you that the moment we started letting females into our group, they'd be nothing but trouble.'

'As far as I can recall, Cassian,' Rhys countered drily, 'you actually said you needed a reprieve from staring at our ugly faces, and that some ladies would add some much-needed prettiness for you to look at all day.'

'Pig,' Amren said.

Cassian gave her a vulgar gesture that made Lucien choke on his green beans. 'I was a young Illyrian and didn't know better,' he said, then pointed his fork at Azriel. 'Don't try to blend into the shadows. You said the same thing.'

'He did not,' Mor said, and the shadows that Azriel had indeed been subtly weaving around himself vanished. 'Azriel had never once said anything that awful. Only you, Cassian. Only you.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Wings and Ruin

“Elain fell into step beside me, peering at Lucien. He noticed it. 'I heard you made the killing blow,' he said.

Elain studied the trees ahead. 'Nesta did. I just stabbed him.'

Lucien seemed to fumble for a response, but I said to him, 'So where now? Off with Vassa?' I wondered if he'd heard of Tamlin's role- the help he'd given us. A look at my friend showed me he had. Someone, perhaps my mate, had informed him.

Lucien shrugged. 'First- here. To help. Then...' Another glance at Elain. 'Who knows?'

I nudged Elain, who blinked at me, then blurted. 'You could come to Velaris.'

He saw all of it, but nodded graciously. 'It would be my pleasure.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Wings and Ruin

“I would like to build a garden,' she declared. 'After all of this... I think the world needs more gardens.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Wings and Ruin

“Lucien claimed you would come,' Tamlin said by way of greeting, voice as flat and lifeless as his eyes, a hand still braced on the door.

'Funny, I thought his mate was the seer.'

Tamlin only stared at me, either ignoring or missing the humour. 'What do you want?'

No whisper of sound behind him. On any acre of this estate. Not even a note of birdsong. 'I came to have a little chat,' I offered him a half grin that I knew made him see red. 'Can I trouble you for a cup of tea?”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Wings and Ruin

“Cassian grunted in pain, but lifted his bloodied hands- to cup her face. 'I have no regrets in my life, but this.' HIs voice shook with every word. 'That we did not have time. That I did not have time with you, Nesta.'

She didn't stop him as he leaned up and kissed her- lightly. As much as he could manage.

Cassian said softly, brushing away the tear that streaked down her face. 'I will find you again in the next world- the next life. And we will have that time. I promise.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Wings and Ruin

“The king is dead,' I said, my voice cold and foreign. 'And you're going to be soon, too.'

I'd kill her for this, for betraying us for whatever reason-

'I know,' Amren said quietly. 'And I need you to help me do it.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Wings and Ruin

“But a male voice pleaded from behind, 'Don't.'

Varian appeared from the rocky path, gasping for breath, splattered with blood.

Amren smirked. 'Like a hound on a scent.'

'Don't,' was all Varian said.

'Unleash me,' Amren said, ignoring him. 'Let me end this.'

I began shaking my head. 'You- you will be gone. You said you won't remember us, won't be you anymore if you're freed.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Wings and Ruin

“Amren smiled slightly- at me, at Varian. 'I watched them for so many eons. Humans- in my world, there were humans, too. And I watched them love, and hate- wage senseless war and find precious peace. Watched them build lives, build worlds. I was... I was never allowed such things. I had not been designed that way, had not been ordered to do so. So I watched. And that day I came here... it was the first selfish thing I had done. For a long, long while I thought it was punishment for disobeying my Father's orders, for wanting. I thought this world was some hell he'd locked me into for disobedience.'

Amren swallowed.

'But I think...I wonder if my Father knew. If he saw how I watched them love and hate and build, and opened that rip in the world not as punishment... but as a gift.' Her eyes gleamed. 'For it has been a gift. This time- with you. With all of you. It has been a gift.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Wings and Ruin

“Amren,' Varian said, and sank onto his knees. 'I am begging you-'
...
She looked to Varian, a wry smile on her red mouth. 'I watched them most- the humans who loved. I never understood it- how it happened. Why it happened.' She paused a step away from the Cauldron. 'I think I might have learned with you, though. Perhaps that was a last gift, too.'

Varian's face twisted with anguish. But he made no further move to stop her.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Wings and Ruin

“I turned.

It took me a moment to grasp it. What I saw.

Rhys was sprawled on the rocky ground, wings draped behind him.

He looked like he was sleeping.

But as I breathed in-

It wasn't there.

The thing that rose and fell with each breath. That echoed each heartbeat.

The mating bond.

It wasn't there. It was gone.

Because his own chest... it was not moving.

And Rhys was dead.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Wings and Ruin

“I had only silence in my head. Only silence, as I began screaming.

Screaming and screaming and screaming.

The emptiness in my chest, my soul at the lack of that bond, that life-

I was shaking him, screaming his name and shaking him, and my body stopped being my body and just became this thing that held me and this lack of him, and I could not stop screaming and screaming-”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Wings and Ruin

“I would have rather the world ended than this, this thing he had done and this emptiness where he was, where we were-”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Wings and Ruin

“Stay, I begged. Stay.

Light glowed beyond my shut eyelids.

Stay.

And in that silence... I began to tell him.

About that first night I'd seen him. When I'd heard that voice beckoning me to the hills. When I couldn't resist its summons, and now... now I wondered if I had heard him calling for me on Calanmai. If it had been his voice that brought me there that night.

I told him how I had fallen in love with him- every glance and passed note and croak of laughter he coaxed from me. I told him of everything we'd done, and what it had meant to me, and all that I still wanted to do. All the life still left before us.

And in return... a thud sounded.

I opened my eyes. Another thud.

And this his chest rose, lifting my head with it.

I couldn't move, couldn't breathe-

A hand brushed my back.

Then Rhys groaned. 'If we're all here, either things went very, very wrong or very right.'

Cassian's broken laugh cracked out of him.

I couldn't lift my head, couldn't do anything but hold him, savouring every heartbeat and breath and the rumble of his voice as Rhys rasped, 'You lot will be pleased to know... My power remains my own. No thieving here.'

'You do know how to make an entrance,' Helion drawled. 'Or should I say exit?'

'You're horrible,' Viviane snapped. 'That's not even remotely funny-'

I didn't hear what else they said. Rhys sat up, lifting me off him. He brushed away the hair clinging to my damp cheeks.

'Stay with the High Lord,' he murmured.

I hadn't believed it- until I looked into that face. Those star-flecked eyes.

Hadn't let myself believe it wasn't anything but some delusion-

'It's real,' he said, kissing my brow.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Wings and Ruin

“And- there's another surprise.'

He pointed with a healed hand toward the Cauldron. 'Someone fish out dear Amren before she catches cold.'

Varian whirled toward us. But Mor was sprinting for the Cauldron, and her cry as she reached in-

'How?' I breathed.

Azriel and Varian were there, helping Mor heave a waterlogged form out of the dark water.

Her chest rose and fell, her features the same, but...

'She was there,' Rhys said. 'When the Cauldron was sealing. Going... wherever we go.'

Amren sputtered water, vomiting onto the rocky ground. Mor thumped her back, coaxing her through it.

'So I reached out a hand,' Rhys went on quietly. 'To see if she might want to come back.'

And as Amren opened her eyes, as Varian let out a choked sound of relief and joy-

I knew- what she had given up to come back. High Fae- and just that.

For her silver eyes were solid. Unmoving. No smoke, no burning mist in them.

A normal life, no trace of her powers to be seen.

And as Amren smiled at me... I wondered if that had been her last gift.

If it all... if it all had been a gift.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Wings and Ruin

“I cast a look at where Rhys still remained sprawled on the cushions, watching us with raised brows. 'For someone who was just dead,' I said tightly, 'you seem remarkably relaxed.'

Rhys smirked. 'I'm glad you're bouncing back to your usual spirits, Feyre darling.'

Drakon snorted, and took my hands, squeezing them as tightly as his mate had. 'What he doesn't want to tell you, my lady, is that he's so damn old he can't stand up right now.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Wings and Ruin

“Amren said to her, 'I'm surprised you didn't take the king's head back to have stuffed and hung on your wall.'

Nesta's eyes shot to her.

Mor clicked her tongue. 'Some would consider that joke to be in bad taste, Amren.'

'I saved your asses. I'm entitled to say what I want.'

And with that Amren stalked out of the house and into the city streets.

'The new Amren is even crankier than the old one,' Elain said softly.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Wings and Ruin

“Sweet Bryaxis has vanished. Do you know what that means?'

'That I have to go hunt it down and put it back in the library?'

'Oh, you most certainly do.'

I twisted in his lap, looping my arms around his neck as I said, 'And will you come with me? On this adventure- and all the rest?'

Rhys leaned forward and kissed me. 'Always.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Wings and Ruin

“Rhys turned his head, looking me over from head to toe. Then back to Tamlin. A storm about to be unleashed.

But it was Azriel who said, his voice like cold death, "Be careful how you speak about my High Lady.”
― Sarah J Maas

“I have no regrets in life, but this. That we did not have time. That I did not have time with you, Nesta. I will find you again in the next world - the next life. And we will have that time. I promise”
― Sarah J.Maas (Author)