kalebkrychek:

Ianthe sold out your sisters. It’s only fitting that you use her to get Elain back.

oylmpians:

moodboard: the night court

↳ “perched in a frozen mountainous spread of darkness and stars, the sprawling, massive territory of the Night Court.”

chainsaw-assassin:

“I believe everything happens for a reason. Whether it is decided by the Mother, or the Cauldron, or some sort of tapestry of Fate, I don’t know. I don’t really care. But I am grateful for it, whatever it is. Grateful that it brought you all into my life. 

‘’If I had not met an Illyrian warrior-in-training,“(…), “I would not have known the true depths of strength, of resilience, of honor and loyalty.“ 

“If I had not met a shadowsinger, I would not have known that it is the family you make, not the one you are born into, that matters. I would not have known what it is to truly hope, even when the world tells you to despair.”

“If I had not met my cousin, I would neer have learned that light can be found in even the darkest of hells. That kidness can thrive even amongst cruelty.”

“If I had not met a tiny monster who hoards jewels more fiercely than a firedrake …”(…) “My own power would have consumed me long ago.”

“And if I had not met my mate …” His words failed him as silver lined his eyes.
He said down the bond, I would have waited five hundrend more years for you. A thousand years. And if this was all the time we were allowed to have … The wait was worth it. 

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

crestadeen:

The High Lords (+ High Lady) of Prythian: Solar Courts

“There are different kinds of darkness,” Rhys said. I kept my eyes shut. “There is the darkness that frightens, the darkness that soothes, the darkness that is restful.” I pictured each. “There is the darkness of lovers, and the darkness of assassins. It becomes what the bearer wishes it to be, needs it to be. It is not wholly bad or good.”

His brown skin and hair were kissed with gold, as if the sunrise had permanently gilded them, but his upswept eyes, rich brown of freshly tilled fields, were his lovliest feature. 

My equal in every way. She would wear my crown, sit on a throne beside mine. Never sidelined, never designated to breeding and parties and child-rearing. My queen. 

Spell-Cleaver. That was his title. She surveyed him with her usual disdain. But Helion gave her the same bow he’d offered me—though his smile was edged with enough sensuality that even my heart raced a bit. No wonder the Lady of Autumn hadn’t stood a chance.

akrhamknight:

His voice broke as he whispered to Elain, “You’re my mate.”

ilithiyas:

Courts of Prythian Posters (2/2)- The Solar Courts

- the seasonal courts

ilithiyas:

Courts of Prythian Posters (½)- The Seasonal Courts

- the solar courts