Rhys Quotes

“She wasn't mine to take, but I was taking her anyway. Her laughs, her fears, her joy and her pain. Every inch of her body and beat of her heart. All mine.”
― Ana Huang, Twisted Games

“—Entonces, ¿soy tu cazadora y tu ladrona?
Sus manos se deslizaron hasta cogerme las rodillas mientras decía con una sonrisa pícara:
—Tú eres mi salvación, Feyre.

–Capítulo 19, pág. 205”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury

“Nests rolled her eyes, and the gesture was so normal that Cassian's smile became more genuine, edged now with relief.
You wear your heart for all so see, brother, Rhys said without turning Cassian's way.
Cassian only shrugged. He was past caring.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A ​Court of Silver Flames

“Y yo me dije si «amor» no sería una palabra demasiado débil para lo que él sentía, para lo que había hecho por mí. Para lo que yo sentía.

–Capítulo 54, pág. 495”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury

“Mi amigo de tantos peligros.
Mi amante, el que me había curado el alma quebrantada y agotada.
Mi pareja, que me había esperado contra toda esperanza, a pesar de todo.

–Capítulo 55, pág. 499”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury

“—¿Te enamoraste de mí porque yo te recordaba a tu amigo? —pregunté con voz casi sin expresión.
Él me tocó la nariz.
—Me enamoré de ti, sabelotodo, porque eras de los nuestros..., porque no me tuviste miedo y porque decidiste terminar tu victoria espectacular arrojándole ese pedazo de hueso a Amarantha como una jabalina. Entonces sentí el espíritu de Cassian junto a mí, y habría jurado que lo oí decir: «Si no te casas con ella, estúpido, lo haré yo».

–Capítulo 55, pág. 500”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury

“Rhys brushed a hand down my arm. “You are, as always, free to go wherever and whenever you wish. But what I think Mor is saying is ... try to leave a note the next time.”
The words were casual, but that was panic in his eyes. Not—not the controlling fear Tamlin had once succumbed to, but ... genuine terror of not knowing where I was, if I needed help. Just as I would want to know where he was, if he needed help, if he vanished when our enemies surrounded us. “I’m sorry,” I said. To him, to the others.”
― Sarah J Maas

“Go into her mind to take the pain away," Madja said to Rhys, who blinked in confirmation, the cursed, as if scolding himself for not thinking of it sooner. Cassian looked across the bed, to where Elain was holding Feyre's other hand, and Nesta held Elain's.
Rhys said to his mate, "Feyre darling-"
"No good-byes," Feyre panted. "No good-byes, Rhys.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A ​Court of Silver Flames

“—Adónde vamos?
La sonrisa de Rhys se ensanchó cada vez más.
—A Velaris, la Ciudad de la Luz de las Estrellas.

–Capítulo 13, pág. 129”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury

“—Tú —jadeé sin apartar los ojos de los músicos que tocaban con tanta perfección que hasta los clientes de los restaurantes de los alrededores habían dejado de comer—. Tú enviaste esa música al calabozo. ¿Por qué?
La voz de Rhysand era ronca.
—Porque estabas a punto de rendirte. Y no encontré ninguna otra forma de salvarte.
La música se alzó hasta parecer llenarlo todo. Yo había visto un palacio en el cielo en las alucinaciones..., un lugar entre la puesta del sol y el amanecer, una casa sobre los pilares de piedra de luna.
—Vi la Corte Noche.
Él me miró de refilón.
—Yo no te mandé esas imágenes.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury

“El bien. No, yo no era el bien. Yo no era nada, y mi alma, mi alma eterna, estaba maldita...
Traté de conseguir que los pulmones que me traicionaban tomaran aire para decir la palabra. No..., no.
Pero no tuve que decirla.
Él trueno sonó detrás de mí como si alguien hubiera arrojado dos enormes piedras, una contra la otra.
Todos gritaron y cayeron hacia atrás, algunos desaparecieron corriendo por los costados del patio. Se abrió la oscuridad.
Yo me volví, y a través de la noche que se movía como humo en el viento, descubrí a Rhysand, que en ese momento se enderezaba las solapas de la chaqueta negra.
—Hola, Feyre, querida —ronroneó.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury

“—¿Adónde vamos?
La sonrisa de Rhys se ensanchó cada vez más.
—A Velaris, la Ciudad de la Luz de las estrellas.

–Capítulo 13, pág. 129”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury

“Little Lucien," Rhys purred. "Didn't the Lady of the Autumn Court ever tell you that when a woman says no, she means it?”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury

“Hubo una explosión roja frente a mí; de pronto no conseguía respirar con suficiente rapidez, no podía pensar por encima del rugido que me atroanaba la cabeza. En un instante estaba mirando fijamente, en el siguiente, tenía un zapato en la mano.
Se lo tiré con todas mis fuerzas.
Todas mis fuerzas eran fuerzas considerables, fuerzas de inmortal.
Apenas vi la sandalia de seda cuando voló atravesando el aire, rápida como una estrella fugaz, tan rápida que ni un alto lord hubiera podido detectarla...
Lo golpeó directamente en la cabeza.
Rhys se volvió, tenía una mano en la parte posterior de la cabeza, los ojos muy abiertos.
Yo ya tenía el otro zapato en la mano.
Los labios de Rhys se despegaron de sus dientes.
—A ver si te atreves. —Genio... Debia de tener un día para dejar traslucir así su genio.

–Capítulo 5, pág. 56”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury

“Rhysand brushed Lucien aside as if he were a curtain.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Thorns and Roses

“Deberías sentir lástima por los que no sienten nada.”
― Sarah J. Maas

“Where are we?” I breathed, hardly daring to whisper.

Rhys kept his hands within casual reach of his weapons. “In the heart of Prythian, there is a large, empty territory that divides the North and South. At the center of it is our sacred mountain.”

My heart stumbled, and I focused on my steps through the ferns and moss and roots. “This forest,” Rhys went on, “is on the eastern edge of that neutral territory. Here, there is no High Lord. Here, the law is made by who is strongest, meanest, most cunning. And the Weaver of the Wood is at the top of their food chain.”

The trees groaned—though there was no breeze to shift them. No, the air here was tight and stale. “Amarantha didn’t wipe them out?”

“Amarantha was no fool,” Rhys said, his face dark. “She did not touch these creatures or disturb the wood. For years, I tried to find ways to manipulate her to make that foolish mistake, but she never bought it.”

“And now we’re disturbing her—for a mere test.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury

“Everything about the stranger radiated sensual grace and ease. High Fae, no doubt. His short black hair gleamed like a raven's feathers, off-setting his pale skin and blue eyes so deep they were violet, even in the firelight. They twinkled with amusement as he beheld me.

For a moment, we said nothing. Thank you didn't seem to cover what he'd done for me, but something about the way he stood with absolute stillness, the night seeming to press in closer around him, made me hesitate to speak- made me want to run in the other direction.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Thorns and Roses

“The way I see things, Feyre, you have two options. The first, and the smartest, would be to accept my offer.'

I spat at his feet, but he kept pacing, only giving me a disapproving look.

'The second option- and the one only a fool would take- would be for you to refuse my offer and place your life, and thus Tamlin's, in the hands of chance.'

He stopped pacing and stared hard at me. Though the world spun and danced in my vision, something primal inside me went still and cold beneath that gaze.

'Let's say I walk out of here. Perhaps Lucien will come to your aid within five minutes of my leaving. Perhaps he'll come in five days. Perhaps he won't come at all. Between you and me, he's been keeping a low profile after his rather embarrassing outburst at your trial. Amarantha's not exactly pleased with him. Tamlin even broke his delightful brooding to beg for him to be spared- such a noble warrior, your High Lord. She listened, of course- but only after she made Tamlin bestow Lucien's punishment. Twenty lashes.'

I started shaking, sick all over again to think about what it had to have been like for my High Lord to be the one to punish his friend.

Rhysand shrugged, a beautiful, easy gesture. 'So, it's really a question of how much you're willing to trust Lucien- and how much you're willing to risk for it. Already you're wondering if that fever of yours is the first sign of infection. Perhaps they're unconnected, perhaps not. Maybe it's fine. Maybe that worm's mud isn't full of festering filth. And maybe Amarantha will send a healer, and by that time, you'll either be dead, or they'll find your arm so infected that you'll be lucky to keep anything above the elbow.'

My stomach tightened into a painful ball.

'I don't need to invade your thoughts to know these things. I already know what you've slowly been realising.' He again crouched in front of me. 'You're dying.'

My eyes stung and I sucked my lips into my mouth.

'How much are you willing to risk on the hope that another form of help will come?'

I stared at him, sending as much hate as I could into my gaze. He'd been the one who'd caused all this. He'd told Amarantha about Clare, he'd made Tamlin beg.

'Well?'

I bared my teeth. 'Go. TO. Hell.'

Swift as lightning, he lashed out, grabbing the shard of bone in my arm and twisting. A scream shattered out of me, ravaging my aching throat. The world flashed black and white and red. I thrashed and writhed but he kept his grip, twisting the bone a final time before releasing my arm.

Panting, half sobbing as the pain reverberated through my body, I found him smirking at me again. I spat in his face.

He only laughed as he stood, wiping his cheek with the dark sleeve of his tunic.

'This is the last time I'll extend my assistance,' he said pausing by the cell door. 'Once I leave this cell, my offer is dead.' I spat again, and he shook his head. 'I bet you'll be spitting on Death's face when she comes to claim you, too.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Thorns and Roses

“I stepped out of the shelter of my saviour's arms and turned to thank him.

Standing before me was the most beautiful man I'd ever seen.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Thorns and Roses

“The drumming was increasing in tempo, building to a climax I didn't understand. It had been so long since I'd seen a bare face that looked even vaguely human. His clothes- all black, all finely made- were cut close enough to his body that I could see how magnificent he was. As if he'd been moulded from the night itself.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Thorns and Roses

“Strange for a mortal to be friends with two faeries,' he mused and began circling me. I could have sworn tendrils of star-kissed night trailed in his wake. 'Aren't humans usually terrified of us? And aren't you, for that matter, supposed to keep to your side of the wall?'

I was terrified of him, but I wasn't about to let him know.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Thorns and Roses

“I had never seen anyone so handsome- and never had so many warning bells pealed in my head because of it.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Thorns and Roses

“He waved his hand toward the hollow- toward the drums. 'Enjoy the Rite, then. Try to stay out of trouble.' His eyes gleamed in a way that suggested staying out of trouble meant staying far, far away from him.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Thorns and Roses

“Why are you here, then?'

The man's remarkable eyes seemed to glow- with enough of a deadly edge that I backed up a step. 'Because all the monsters have been let out of their cages tonight, no matter what court they belong to. So I may roam wherever I wish until the dawn.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Thorns and Roses

“Rhysand smirked. 'Perhaps I'll tell her, perhaps I won't.'

In a flash of motion too fast for me to detect, Tamlin was on his feet, fangs dangerously close to Rhysand's face.

'None of that,' Rhysand said, clicking his tongue and lightly shoving Tamlin away with a single hand. 'Not with a lady present.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Thorns and Roses

“I ignored Rhysand as soon as I noticed his feline smile, the corona of darkness around him.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Thorns and Roses

“Rhysand examined the wound, a smile appearing on his sensuous lips. 'Oh, that's wonderfully gruesome.' I swore at him, and he chuckled. 'Such words from a lady.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Thorns and Roses

“Don't you want me to heal your arm?' His fingers tightened around my elbow.

'At what cost?' I shot back, but kept my head against the stone, needing its damp strength.

'Ah, that. Living among faeries has taught you some of our ways.'

I focused on the feeling of my good hand on my knee- focused on the dry mud beneath my fingernails.

'I'll make a trade with you,' he said casually, and gently set my arm down. As it met with the floor, I had to close my eyes to brace against the flow of the poisoned lightning. 'I'll heal your arm in exchange for you. For two weeks every month, two weeks of my choosing, you'll live with me at the Night Court. Starting after this messy three-trials business.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Thorns and Roses

“Rhysand's moon-white skin began to darken into nothing but shadow.

'Wait.'

The darkness consuming him paused. For Tamlin... for Tamlin I would sell my soul; I would give up everything I had for him to be free.

'Wait,' I repeated.

The darkness vanished, leaving Rhysand in his solid form as he grinned. 'Yes?'

I raised my chin as high as I could manage. 'Just two weeks?'

'Just two weeks,' he purred, and knelt before me. 'Two teensy, tiny weeks with me every month is all I ask.'

'Why? And what are to... to be the terms?' I said, fighting past the dizziness.

'Ah,' he said, adjusting the lapel of his obsidian tunic. 'If I told you those things, there'd be no fun in it, would there?'
...
I couldn't think entirely of the enormity of what I was about to give- or else I might refuse again. I met Rhysand's gaze. 'Five days.'

'You're going to bargain?' Rhysand laughed under his breath. 'Ten days.'

I held his stare with all my strength. 'A week.'

Rhysand was silent for a long moment, his eyes travelling across my body and my face before he murmured. 'A week it is.'

'Then it's a deal,' I said. A metallic taste filled my mouth as magic stirred between us.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Thorns and Roses