sturmhond:

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.

aelin:

“leave this world… a better place than how you found it.”

and as its chest rose and stopped altogether, as its breath escaped in one last sigh, i understood why the suriel had come to help me, again and again. not just for kindness… but because it was a dreamer.

and it was the heart of a dreamer that had ceased beating inside that monstrous chest.