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keep that hair short.

so after, when he whispers, 'you love me. real or not real?' i tell him, 'real.'

i'll shed no tears, i'll only keep on waiting. if no one cheers, well, i can keep on waiting.

what was the value of the world, compared to him? to this?

protect me like my father never did.

did i do a good job?

i want to feel safe and loved everyday. not sometimes.

what was the value of the world, compared to him? to this?

of course i'm a machine, lieutenant. what did you think i was?

what's the matter? you don't want to kill him? is his life that precious to you?

i am what the gods have made me.

you here to finish me off, sweetheart?

he turned, as if he had heard me. for a second our eyes held, and i felt a shock run through me. i jerked my gaze away, and busied myself with my bread. my cheeks were hot, and my skin prickled as if before a storm.

if rhysand was night triumphant, i was the star that only glowed thanks to his darkness, the light only visible because of him.

i'm advising you: stay down, just like that.

you could live a hundred lifetimes and never deserve that boy.

i believe everything happened, exactly the way it had to… so i could find you.

the culmination of love is grief, yet we love despite the inevitable. we open our hearts to it.

i am 'the decay of angels', the sign of death that falls on a nation's greed.

you're my daughter. i would never forsake you.