Mor Quotes

“I believe everything happens for a reason. Whether it is decided by the Mother, or the Cauldron, or some sort of tapestry of Fate, I don't know. I don't really care. But I am grateful for it, whatever it is. Grateful that it brought you all into my life. If it hadn't... I might have become as awful as that prick we're going to face today. If I had not met an Illyrian warrior-in-training," he said to Cassian, "I would not have known the true depths of strength, of resilience, of honor and loyalty." Cassian's eyes gleamed bright. Rhys said to Azriel, "If I had not met a shadowsinger, I would not have known that it is the family you make, not the one you are born into, that matters. I would not have known what it is to truly hope, even when the world tells you to despair." Azriel bowed his head in thanks.
Mor was already crying when Rhys spoke to her. "If I had not met my cousin, I would neer have learned that light can be found in even the darkest of hells. That kidness can thrive even amongst cruelty." She wiped away her teas as she nodded.
I waited for Amren to offer a retort. But she was only waiting.
Rhys bowed his head to her. "If I had not met a tiny monster who hoards jewels more fiercely than a firedrake..." A quite laugh from all of us at that. Rhys smiled softly. "My own power would have consumed me long ago."
Rhys squeezed my hand as he looked to me at last. "And if I had not met my mate..." His words failed him as silver lined his eyes.
He said down the bond, I would have waited five hundred more years for you. A thousand years. And if this was all the time we were allowed to have... The wait was worth it.
He wiped away the tears sliding down my face. "I believe that everything happened, exactly the way it had to... so I could find you." He kissed another tear away.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Wings and Ruin

“I once lived in a place where the opinion of others mattered. It suffocated me, nearly broke me. So you’ll understand me, Feyre, when I say that I know what you feel, and I know what they tried to do to you, and that with enough courage, you can say to hell with a reputation. You do what you love, what you need”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury

“Azriel would likely love Mor until he was a whisper of darkness between the stars.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury

“A queen who owned her body, her life, her destiny, and never apologized for it.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury

“Just be patient. It'll sort itself out. It always does.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Frost and Starlight

“They're having a snowball fight.'

Another nod.

'Three Illyrian warriors,' I said. 'The greatest Illyrian warriors. Are having a snowball fight.'

Mor's eyes practically glowed with wicked delight. 'Since they were children.'

'They're over five hundred years old.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Frost and Starlight

“I took it upon myself to add your presents to the communal trove.'

I lifted my brows. 'Everyone gave you their gifts?'

'He's the only one who can be trusted not to snoop,' Mor explained.

I looked toward Azriel.

'Even him,' Amren said.

Azriel gave me a guilty cringe. 'Spymaster, remember?'

'We started doing it two centuries ago,' Mor went on. 'After Rhys caught Amren literally shaking a box to figure out what was inside.'

Amren clicked her tongue as I laughed. 'What they didn't see was Cassian down here ten minutes earlier, sniffing each box.'

Cassian threw her a lazy smile. 'I wasn't the one who got caught.'

I turned to Rhys. 'And somehow you're the most trustworthy one?'

Rhys looked outright offended. 'I am a High Lord, Feyre darling. Unwavering honour is built into my bones.'

Mor and I snorted.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Frost and Starlight

“Get that pitying look off your face,' Eris snarled softly. 'I know what sort of creature my father is. I don't need your sympathy.'

Cassian again studied him. 'Why did you leave Mor in the woods that day?' It was the question that would always remain. 'Was it just to impress your father?'

Eris barked a laugh, harsh and empty. 'Why does it still matter to all of you so much?'

'Because she's my sister, and I love her.'

'I didn't realise Illyrians were in the habit of fucking their sisters.'

Cassian growled. 'It still matters,' he ground out, 'because it doesn't add up. You know what a monster your father is and want to usurp him; you act against him in the best interests of not only the Autumn Court but also all of the faerie lands; you risk your life to ally with us... and yet you left her in the woods. Is it guilt that motivates all of this? Because you left her to suffer and die?'

Golden flame simmered in Eris's gaze. 'I didn't realise I'd be facing another interrogation so soon.'

'Give me a damn answer.'

Eris crossed his arms, then winced. As if whatever injuries lay beneath his immaculate clothes ached. 'You're not the person I want to explain myself to.'

'I doubt Mor will want to listen.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A ​Court of Silver Flames

“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

“Azriel set the potatoes in the centre of the table, Cassian diving right in. Or he tried to.

One moment, his hand was spearing toward the serving spoon. The next, it was stopped. Azriel's scarred fingers wrapped around his wrist. 'Wait,' Azriel said, nothing but command in his voice.

Mor gaped wide enough that I was certain the half-chewed green beans in her mouth were going to tumble onto her plate. Amren just smirked over the rim of her wineglass.

Cassian gawped at him. 'Wait for what? Gravy?'

Azriel didn't let go. 'Wait until everyone is seated before eating.'

'Pig,' Mor supplied.

Cassian gave a pointed look to the plate of green beans, chicken, bread, and ham already half eaten on Mor's plate. But he relaxed his hand, leaning back in his chair. 'I never knew you were a stickler for manners, Az.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Frost and Starlight

“Do you know what an inconvenience it is to need to find a place to relieve myself everywhere I go?'

A fizzing noise came from Cassian's side of the table, but I clamped my lips together. Mor gripped my knee beneath the table, her body shaking with the effort of keeping her laugh reined in.

Rhys drawled to Amren. 'Shall we start building public toilets for you throughout Velaris, Amren?'

'I mean it, Rhysand,' Amren snapped. I didn't dare meet Mor's stare. Or Cassian's. One look and I'd completely dissolve. Amren waved a hand down at herself. 'I should have selected a male form. At least you can whip it out and go wherever you like without having to worry about spilling on-'

Cassian lost it. Then Mor. Then me. And even Az, chuckling faintly.

'You really don't know how to pee?' Mor roared. 'After all this time?'

Amren seethed. 'I've seen animals-'

'Tell me you know how a toilet works,' Cassian burst out, slapping a broad hand on the table. 'Tell me you know that much.'

I clapped a hand over my mouth, as if it would push the laugh back in. Across the table, Rhys's eyes were brighter than stars, his mouth a quivering line as he tried and failed to remain serious.

'I know how to sit on a toilet,' Amren growled.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Frost and Starlight

“Cassian elbowed his way past Amren, earning a hiss of warning, and began chucking presents. Mor caught hers easily, shredding the paper with as much enthusiasm as Amren. She grinned at the general. 'Thank you, darling.'

Cassian smirked. 'I know what you like.'

Mor held up-

I choked. Azriel did, too, whirling on Cassian as he did.

Cassian only winked at him as the barely there red negligee swayed between Mor's hands.

Before Azriel could undoubtedly ask what we were all thinking, Mor hummed to herself and said, 'Don't let him fool you: he couldn't think of a damn thing to get me, so he gave up and asked me outright. I gave him precise orders. For once in his life, he obeyed them.'

'The perfect warrior, through and through,' Rhys drawled.

Cassian leaned back on the couch, stretching out his long legs before him. 'Don't worry, Rhysie, I got one for you, too.'

'Shall I model it for you?”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Frost and Starlight

“You could honestly get Cassian a new knife and he'd kiss you for it. But Az would probably prefer no presents at all, just to avoid the attention while opening it.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Wings and Ruin

“Just so you're aware,' Mor chirped from the other side, 'We do have to go soon.'
...
'We have thirty minutes,' he said with remarkable smoothness.

'And it takes you two hours to get dressed,' Mor quipped through the door. A sly pause. 'And I'm not talking about Feyre.'
...
'Go terrorise someone else,' he called to Mor, rolling his neck as his wings vanished and he stalked for the bathing room. 'I need to primp.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Frost and Starlight

“Warm, buttery sunlight through the leaves, setting them glowing like rubies and citrines. The damp, earthen scent of rotting things beneath the leaves and roots she lay upon. Had been thrown and left upon.

Everything hurt. Everything. She couldn't move. Couldn't do anything but watch the sun drift through the rich canopy far overhead, listen to the wind between the silvery trunks.

And the centre of that pain, radiating outward like living fire with each uneven, rasping breath...

Light, steady steps crunched on the leaves. Six sets. A border guard, a patrol.

Help. Someone to help-

A male voice, foreign and deep, swore. Then went silent.

Went silent as a single pair of steps approached. She couldn't turn her head, couldn't bear the agony. Could do nothing but inhale each wet, shuddering breath.

'Don't touch her.'

Those steps stopped.

It was not a warning to protect her. Defend her.

She knew the voice that spoke. Had dreaded hearing it.

She felt him approach now. Felt each reverberation in the leaves, the moss, the roots. As if the very land shuddered before him.

'No one touches her,' he said. Eris. 'The moment we do, she's our responsibility.'

Cold, unfeeling words.

'But- but they nailed a-'

'No one touches her.'

Nailed.

They had spiked nails into her.

Had pinned her down as she screamed, pinned her down as she roared at them, then begged them. And then they had taken out those long, brutal iron nails. And the hammer.

Three of them.

Three strikes of the hammer, drowned out by her screaming, by the pain.

She began shaking, hating it as much as she'd hated the begging. Her body bellowed in agony, those nails in her abdomen relentless.

A pale, beautiful face appeared above her, blocking out the jewel-like leaves above. Unmoved. Impassive. 'I take it you do not wish to live here, Morrigan.'

She would rather die here, bleed out here. She would rather die and return- return as something wicked and cruel, and shred them all apart.

He must have read it in her eyes. A small smile curved her lips. 'I thought so.'

Eris straightened, turning. Her fingers curled in the leaves and loamy soil.

She wished she could grow claws- grow claws as Rhys could- and rip out that pale throat. But that was not her gift. Her gift... her gift had left her here. Broken and bleeding.

Eris took a step away.

Someone behind him blurted, 'We can't just leave her to-'

'We can, and we will,' Eris said simply, his pace unfaltering as he strode away. 'She chose to sully herself; her family chose to deal with her like garbage. I have already told them my decision in this matter.' A long pause, crueller than the rest. 'And I am not in the habit of fucking Illyrian leftovers.'

She couldn't stop it, then. The tears that slid out, hot and burning.

Alone. They would leave her alone here. Her friends did not know where she had gone. She barely knew where she was.

'But-' That dissenting voice cut in again.

'Move out.'

There was no dissension after that.

And when their steps faded away, then vanished, the silence returned.

The sun and the wind and the leaves.

The blood and the iron and the soil beneath her nails.

The pain.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Frost and Starlight

“Pick on someone your own size, 'Cassian said to Amren, shoveling roast chicken into his mouth.

'I'd feel bad for the mice,' Azriel muttered.

Mor and Cassian howled...”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Frost and Starlight

“What did you get Feyre?'

I slid my hands into my pockets. 'This and that.'

'So, nothing.'

I dragged a hand through my hair. 'Nothing. Any ideas?”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Frost and Starlight

“I'm not afraid of them.'

'I know you're not.'

'I just- being near them, together...' She shoved her hands into her pockets. 'It's probably what it feels like for you to be around Tamlin.'

'If it's any consolation, cousin, I behaved rather poorly the other day.'

'Is he dead?'

'No.'

'Then I'd say you controlled yourself admirably.'

I laughed. 'Bloodthirsty of you, Mor.'

She shrugged, again watching the river. 'He deserves it.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Frost and Starlight

“Does he win if I go?' A quiet, tentative question.

'You have to decide that for yourself.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Frost and Starlight

“He grinned at me over the giant tiered cake in his arms- over the twenty-one sparkling candles lighting up his face.

Cassian clapped me on the shoulder. 'You thought you could sneak it past us, didn't you?'

I groaned. 'You're all insufferable.'

Elain floated to my side. 'Happy birthday, Feyre.'

My friends- my family- echoed the words as Rhys set the cake on the low-lying table before the fire. I glanced toward my sister. 'Did you...?'

A nod from Elain. 'Nuala did the decorating, though.'

It was then that I realised what the three different tiers had been painted to look like.

On the top: flowers. In the middle: flames.

And on the bottom, widest layer... stars.

The same design of the chest of drawers I'd once painted in that dilapidated cottage. One for each of us- each sister. Those stars and moons sent to me, my mind, by my mate, long before we'd ever met.

'I asked Nuala to do it in that order,' Elain said as the others gathered round. 'Because you're the foundation, the one who lifts us. You always have been.'

My throat tightened unbearably, and I squeezed her hand in answer.

Mor, Cauldron bless her, shouted, 'Make a wish and let us get to the presents!”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Frost and Starlight

“She hadn't wanted to take his joy away from him. Any more than she already did.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Frost and Starlight

“Congratulations on your promotion.' She shook her head. 'Cassian the courtier. I never thought I'd see the day.

Feyre snickered. But Nesta's eyes slid to him, surprised. He said to her, if only to beat her to it, 'Still a bastard-born nobody, don't worry.'

Nesta's lips thinned.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A ​Court of Silver Flames

“She didn't possess Rhys's skill set, but having survived in the Court of Nightmares, she'd learned to read the subtlest of expressions. A mere blink, she'd once told him, might mean the difference between life and death in that miserable court. 'She's settled, then?'

Cassian knew who she meant. 'Taking a nap.'

Mor snorted.

'Don't.' His attention drifting to the glittering Sidra mere feet away. 'Please don't.'

Mor sipped her tea, the portrait of elegant innocence. 'We'd be better off throwing Nesta into the Court of NIghtmares. She'd thrive there.'

Cassian clenched his jaw, both at the insult and the truth. 'That's exactly the sort of existence we're trying to steer her away from.'

Mor assessed him with a bob of her thick lashes. 'It pains you seeing her like this.'

'All of it pains me.' He and Mor had always had this kind of relationship: truth at all costs, however harsh. Ever since that first and only time they'd slept together, when he'd learned too late that she'd hidden from him the terrible repercussions. When he'd seen her broken body and known that even if she'd lied to him, he'd still played a part.

Cassian blew out a breath, shaking away the blood-soaked memory still staining his mind five centuries later. 'It pains me that Nesta has become... this. It pains me that she and Feyre are always at each other's throats. It pains me that Feyre hurts over it, and I know Nesta does, too. It pains me that...' He drummed his fingers on the table, then sipped from his water. 'I really don't want to talk about it.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A ​Court of Silver Flames

“Where's my beautiful Mor?'

Az said tightly, 'Away.'

'Pity. She's far nicer to look at than either of you.'

Cassian rolled his eyes.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A ​Court of Silver Flames

“It's just Mor, you know. Amren is the only person in this court who calls me Morrigan, and that's because she's a cranky old bastard.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A ​Court of Silver Flames

“Make him crawl, Mor had said. And she would.

But first she would dance.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A ​Court of Silver Flames

“Eris's amber eyes studied hers. 'Trust Rhysand to keep you hidden away.'

Right. She was to flatter him, keep him on their side. 'I just saw you the other week.'

Eris chuckled. 'And as riveting as it was to see you send Tamlin scrambling off with his tail between his legs, I didn't see this side of you. The time since the war has changed you.'

She didn't smile, but she met his stare directly as she said, 'For the better, I hope.'

'Certainly for the more interesting. It seems you came to play the game tonight after all,' Eris spun her, and when she returned to him, he murmured in her ear, 'Don't believe the lies they tell you about me.'

She pulled back just enough to meet his gaze, 'Oh?'

Eris nodded to where Mor watched them from beside Feyre and Rhys, his face neutral and aloof. 'She knows the truth but has never revealed it.'

'Why?'

'Because she is afraid of it.'

'You don't win yourself any favours with your behaviour.'

'Don't I? Do I not ally myself with this court under constant threat of being discovered and killed by my father? Do I not offer aid whenever Rhysand wishes?' He spun her again. 'They believe a version of events that is easier to swallow. I always thought Rhysand wiser than that, but he tends to be blind where those he loves are concerned.'

Nesta's mouth twitched to one side. 'And you? Who do you love?'

His smile sharpened. 'Are you inquiring about my eligibility?'

'I'm merely saying it's hard to find a good dance partner these days.'

Eris laughed, the sound like silk over her skin. She shivered. 'Indeed it is. Especially one who can both dance and tear the King of Hybern's head from his shoulders.'

She let him see a bit of that person- see the savage rage and silver fire he'd witnessed before Tamlin. Then she blinked and it was gone. Eris's face tightened, and not from fear.

He twirled her again, the waltz already coming to a close. He whispered in her ear, 'They say your sister Elain is the beauty, but you outshine her tonight.' His hand stroked down the bare skin of her back, and she arched slightly into his touch.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A ​Court of Silver Flames

“How's the training?'

She gave him a smile- a true one. 'Good. We're learning how to disembowel a male.'

Lucien choked on his drink, nearly spewing it onto her head. Cassian appeared, a cup of tea steaming in his hands, and passed it to her before he declared proudly to Lucien, 'As you'd expect, Nes excels at it.'

Mor lifted her glass in a mockery of a toast. 'My favourite part of training.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A ​Court of Silver Flames

“Hasta que el amor se vuelva instintivo como el odio, nada cambiará.”
― Abhijit Naskar, Iman Insaniyat, Mazhab Muhabbat: Pani, Agua, Water, It's All One

“Don't let the hard days win”
― Sarah J Maas