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Do you love me enough that I may be weak with you? Everyone loves strength, but do you love me for my weakness? That is the real test.

Alain de Botton, Essays in Love (via books-n-quotes (via chiefofsinnersandofsufferers)

A Court of Thorns and Roses| ACOTAR FAN TRAILER 2018

empressofegypt

moodboard: cassian | general commander of the court of night’s armies

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High Lady of the Night Court, Feyre Cursebreaker. The first High Lady of Prythian. (Feyre Archeron from A Court Of Thorns And Roses Series by Sarah J Maas)

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#Feyre #fanart

charliebowater

Sharing the RIGHT version. Layers, duh, Charlie.

Cassian & Nesta for @blackbeak!

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acotar1

This is perfect

#nesta and cassian

flaviedub

FEYSANND

#feyre and rhysand #feysand

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The battle- A Court of Wings and Ruin

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The Night Court

nathanielorion

i only ever thought there were two kinds of loves: the kind you would kill for and the kind you would die for. but you, my darling, you were the kind of love i would live for.

Nathaniel Orion G. K. (via nathanielorion)

marabarrow

Feyre Archeron + Titles

“You bow to no one”

#Feyre

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raconteurwitch

Happy Winter Solstice from your fave High Lord and Lady

zofias

A Z R I E L — C A S S I A N — R H Y S A N D

First Cassian and Azriel appeared in the doorway. The High Lord’s general and shadowsinger—and the most powerful Illyrians in history. They were not the males I had come to know. Clad in battle-black that hugged their muscled forms, their armor was intricate, scaled—their shoulders impossibly broader, their faces a portrait of unfeeling brutality. They reminded me, somehow, of the ebony beasts carved into the pillars they passed. And then Rhysand appeared. He had released the damper on his power, on who he was. His power filled the throne room, the castle, the mountain. The world. It had no end and no beginning. No wings. No weapons. No sign of the warrior. Nothing but the elegant, cruel High Lord the world believed him to be. His hands were in his pockets, his black tunic seeming to gobble up the light. And on his head sat a crown of stars.