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.

rykesmeadow:

acowar countdown challenge week 5 | favorite otp: Nesta x Cassian

Cassian’s breathing turned jagged as her eyes flicked to his mouth, as her body came flush with his… He didn’t care. Didn’t give a shit as she rose up on her toes, her mouth nearing his-

Pain exploded between his legs, knocking the breath from his chest as that gods-damned knee of hers indeed found its mark.

Cassian staggered back, swearing viciously. She snorted, looking down at him as he fell on his ass into an armchair, clutching his stomach, trying to reorder his brain-

“You’re all the same,” She said, imperious as the night and cold as the dawn. “Perhaps being an immortal makes you predictable.”

“You,” he gasped out.

A low laugh broke from those lips, which he’d been fully prepared to taste, to devour