“ She was a wolf. She was death, devourer of the worlds. ”
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.
~ Sarah J. Maas
I love you,’ he whispered, and kissed my brow. ‘Thorns and all.
I threw myself into that fire, threw myself into it, into him, and let myself burn.
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.
