No. I can survive well enough on my own— if given the proper reading material.
I fell in love with you, smartass, because you were one of us—because you weren’t afraid of me, and you decided to end your spectacular victory by throwing that piece of bone at Amarantha like a javelin. I felt Cassian’s spirit beside me in that moment, and could have sworn I heard him say, ‘If you don’t marry her, you stupid prick, I will.
I see all of you, Rhys. And there is not one part that I do not love with everything I am.
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.
We all bear scars,... Mine just happen to be more visible than most.
The Court of Dreams. The people who knew that there was a price, and one worth paying, for that dream. The bastard- born warriors, the Illyrian half breed, the monster trapped in a beautiful body, the dreamer born into a court of nightmares...And the huntress with an artist's soul.