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“Cassian had taught me to always have a second escape route. Always.”
Source: A Court of Wings and Ruin
“Cassian halted a few feet from the maze of tables along the walkway, smiling to himself at the sight of her: head tipped toward the sun, unbound hair gleaming and rippling around her like liquid gold, her full hips curled upward, basking in the light.
She never stopped appreciating the sunshine. Even five hundred years after leaving that veritable prison she'd called home and the monsters who claimed her as kin, his friend- his sister, honestly- still savoured every moment in the sun. As if the first seventeen years of her life, spent in the darkness of the Hewn City, still lurked around her like Az's shadows.”
Source: A Court of Silver Flames
“Cassian.
I forgot you can mind-speak.
Her laugh sounded. I can't decide whether I should be insulted or not. Perhaps I should be using the daemati gifts more often. She paused before saying, Are you all right?
I should be asking you that.
Rhys overreacted. He completely and utterly overreacted.
Cassian shook his head, though Feyre couldn't see it. I'm sorry you had to learn of it.
I'm not. I'm furious with all of you. I understand why you didn't tell me, but I'm furious.
Well, we're furious with Nesta.
She had the courage to tell me the truth.
She told you the truth to hurt you.
Perhaps. But she was the only one who said anything.
Cassian sighed through his nose. She... He thought it over. I think she saw the parallels between your situations and, in her own way, decide to avenge both of you.
That's my feeling, too. Rhys disagrees.
I wish you'd found out a different way.
Well, I didn't. But we'll face it together. All of us.
How can you be so calm about this?
The alternative is fear and panic. I will not let my son feel those things. I will fight for him, for us, until I no longer can.
Cassian's throat tightened. We'll fight for you, too.
I know. Feyre paused again. Rhys had no right to chase you from the city, or to threaten Nesta. He has realised that, and apologised. I want you to come back home. Both of you. Where did you even head off to?
The wilderness. Cassian looked over a shoulder, to where Nesta had been asleep for the past few hours, curled into a tight ball against the wall of rock. I think we'll stay out here for a few days. We're going to hike.
Nesta has never been on a hike in her life. I guarantee she will hate it.
Then tell Rhys this is her punishment. Because Rhys, despite apologising for his threats, would still be furious. Tell him that Nesta and I are going to hike, and she's going to hate it, but she comes home when I decide she's ready to come home.
Feyre was quiet for a long moment. He says that he knows he's supposed to say that's unnecessary, but to tell you he's secretly delighted.
Good. I am secretly glad to hear that.
Feyre laughed, and the sound was proof that she might have been hurt, startled by the news, but she was indeed adapting to it. Would not let it make her cower and cry. He didn't know why he'd expected any less of her.
Feyre said, Please take care of her, Cassian. And yourself.
Cassian glanced to the sleeping female nearly hidden in the shadows of the rock.
I will.”
Source: A Court of Silver Flames
“Cassian, I think, would also savour the opportunity to shred their entire court to pieces. Starting with my parents. Maybe I'll let him do it one year as a present. Him and Azriel both. It'd make a perfect solstice gift.”
Source: A Court of Mist and Fury
“Cassian jerked his chin toward his brothers. 'Rhys is out of shape and won't admit it, but Azriel is too polite to beat him into the dirt.'
Rhys looked anything but out of shape. Cauldron boil me, what the hell did they eat to look like that?”
Source: A Court of Mist and Fury
“Cassian lay facedown on the earth.
Nesta rushed toward him,, praying, sobbing, her magic still echoing through the world.
She turned him over, searching for the knife, the wound, but-
The knife lay beneath him. Unbloodied.
He groaned, cracking his eyes open. 'I figured,' he rasped, 'I should lay low while you did that.'
Nesta gaped at him. Then burst into tears.
Cassian sat up, soothing sounds on his tongue, and took her face in his hands. 'You Unmade her.'
Nesta glanced to the Crown on the earth- the black stain where Briallyn had been. 'She had it coming.'
He chuckled, leaning his brow against hers. Nesta closed her eyes, breathing in his scent. 'You are my mate, Cassian,' she said against his lips, and kissed him softly.
'And you're mine,' he said, kissing her in turn.
And then his hands slid into her hair.”
Source: A Court of Silver Flames
“Cassian miró a Rhys de arriba abajo, el pelo largo hasta los hombros en movimiento.
—Muy a la moda hoy, hermano. Y además has obligado a vestir a la pobre Fyre. —Me hizo un guiño había algo tallado toscamente en esos rasgos..., como si lo hubieran fabricado con viento, tierra y llamas y todas las formas civilizadas que lo cubrían fueran solo un inconveniente.
–Capítulo 16, pág. 155”
Source: A Court of Mist and Fury
“Cassian needed the contact. Always needed physical contact, he'd learned. Probably thanks to a childhood spent with precious little of it.”
Source: A Court of Silver Flames
“Cassian nudged his bastard-brother-whatever out of the way, Azriel's mighty wings flaring slightly as he balanced himself. 'How the hell did you make that bone ladder in the Middengard Wyrm's lair when you look like your own bones can snap at any moment?'
...
I met Cassian's gaze, if only because having Rhysand defend me might very well make me crumble a bit more. And maybe it made me as mean as an adder, maybe I relished being one, but I said, 'How the hell did you manage to survive this long without anyone killing you?'
Cassian tipped back his head and laughed, a full, rich sound that bounced off the ruddy stones of the House.”
Source: A Court of Mist and Fury
“Cassian nuzzled into her hand, closing his eyes. 'I'll be with you every step of the way,' he whispered into her palm. 'Just don't lock me out. You want to walk in silence for a week, I'm fine with that. So long as you talk to me at the end of it.'
She stroked a thumb over his cheekbone, marvelling at him- the words and his beauty. Some essential piece of herself clicked into place. Some piece that whispered, Try.
Cassian opened his eyes, and they were so lovely they nearly stole the breath from her. Nesta leaned forward until their brows touched. And despite all that brimmed in her heart, all that flowed through her body, sure and true, she merely whispered, 'Thank you.”
Source: A Court of Silver Flames
“Cassian.'
Rhys's voice was a thing of nightmares, of the darkness between the stars.
Cassian froze at that voice he'd so rarely heard, and never once directed at himself. 'What happened?'
Rhys's face was wholly calm. But death- black, raging death- lay in his eyes. Not a star or shimmer of violet remained.
Rhys said in that voice that was like hell embodied, 'Nesta saw fit to inform Feyre of the risk to her and the babe.'
Cassian's heart began thundering, even as it splintered.
Rhys held his state, and it was all Cassian could do to weather it as his brother, his High Lord said, 'Get Nesta out of this city. Right now.' Rhys's power rumbled in the room like a rising storm. 'Before I fucking kill her.”
Source: A Court of Silver Flames
“Cassian's arm shook, and Nesta braced herself for the blow, showing him her forgiveness, her unending, unbreakable love for him-
But Cassian roared.
And then the knife twisted in his hand, angling not toward her, but toward his own heart.
Of his own free will.
Against the Crown's hold, against a gasping Briallyn, he chose to drive the knife into his own heart. Kill, she had said. But had not specified who.
And as the sun broke over the horizon, as Cassian's knife plunged for his chest, Nesta erupted with the force of the Cauldron.”
Source: A Court of Silver Flames
“Cassian's focus had gone right to Mor, Azriel indulging in all of a glance before scanning the people around them. Most shirked from the spymaster's eyes- though they trembled as they beheld Truth-Teller at his side, the Illyrian blade peeking above his left shoulder.
Azriel, his face a mask of beautiful death, silently promised them all endless, unyielding torment, even the shadows shuddering in his wake. I knew why; knew for whom he'd gladly do it.
They had tried to sell a seventeen-year-old girl into marriage with a sadist- and then brutalised her in ways I couldn't, wouldn't, let myself consider. And these people now lived in utter terror of the three companions who stood at the dais.
Good. They should be afraid of them.
Afraid of me.”
Source: A Court of Mist and Fury
“Cassian's scream as his wings shredded under talons of pure magic was the most horrific sound I'd ever heard.”
Source: A Court of Mist and Fury
“Cassian's smile softened. 'Hello, Feyre.'
My throat tightened to the point of pain, and I threw my arms around his neck, embracing him tightly.
'I missed you, too,' Cassian murmured, squeezing me.”
Source: A Court of Wings and Ruin
“Cassian's warmth seeped into her side, his wings rustling near her back.
She let that warmth, the rustle anchor her.
He had come to save her from her nightmare, had stayed with her while she slept. Had guarded and fought for her. He would let no harm come to her now.”
Source: A Court of Silver Flames
“Cassian said, 'I promise not to bite.'
Nesta's upper lip curled back as she faced him. 'I suppose this was your idea-'
'It was,' he lied with a grin. 'We're going to have a wonderful time together.'
They'd likely kill each other.”
Source: A Court of Silver Flames
“Cassian said it might be... good if I came.'
Elain's eyes flickered. 'Did Feyre pay you, like last year?'
'No.' Shame washed through her.
Elain sighed, glancing over Nesta's shoulder to the open doorway across the entry. The party within, only for their small inner circle. 'Please don't upset Feyre. It's her birthday, first of all. And in her state-'
'Oh, fuck you,' Nesta snapped, and then choked.
Elain blinked. Nesta blinked back, horror lurching through her.
And then Elain burst out laughing.
Howling, half-sobbing laughs that sent her bending over at the waist, gasping for breath. Nesta just stared, torn between questions and wanting to throw herself into the icy Sidra. 'I- I'm so sorry-'
Elain held up a hand, wiping her eyes with the other. 'You've never said such a thing to me!' She laughed again. 'I think that's a good sign, isn't it?'
Nesta shook her head slowly, not understanding. Elain just linked her arm through Nesta's and led her toward the family room, where Azriel stood in the doorway, monitoring them. As if he'd heard Elain's sharp laugh and wondered what had caused it.”
Source: A Court of Silver Flames
“Cassian said to Rhys, to me, to Nesta, 'I'll see you on the other side.'
I knew he didn't mean the battlefield.”
Source: A Court of Wings and Ruin
“Cassian said, 'You didn't think you were essential. You saved our asses, yes, but... you didn't think you were essential here.'
One-two, one-two, one-two. 'I'm not.' He opened his mouth but I charged ahead, speaking around my gasps for breath. 'You all have a... duty- you're all vital. Yes, I have my own abilities, but... You and Azriel were hurt, my sisters were... you know what happened to them. I did what I could to get us out. I'd rather it was me than any of you. I couldn't have lived with the alternative.'
His upraised hands were unfaltering as I pummelled them. 'Anything could have happened to you at the Spring Court.'
I stopped again. 'If Rhys isn't grilling me with the overprotective bullshit, then I don't see why you-'
'Don't for one moment think that Rhys wasn't beside himself with worry. Oh, he seems collected enough, Feyre, but I know him. And every moment you were gone, he was in a panic. Yes, he knew- we knew- you could handle yourself. But it doesn't stop us from worrying.'
I shook out my sore hands, then rubbed my already-aching arms. 'You were mad at him, too.'
'If I hadn't been healing, I would have kicked his ass from one end of Velaris to the other.'
I didn't reply.
'We were all terrified for you.'
'I managed just fine.'
'Of course you did. We knew you would. But...' Cassian crossed his arms. 'Rhys pulled the same shit fifty years ago. When he went to that damned party Amarantha threw.'
Oh. Oh.
'I'll never forget it, you know,' he said, blowing out a breath. 'The moment when he spoke to us all, mind to mind. When I realised what was happening, and that... he'd saved us. Trapped us here and tied our hands, but...' He scratched at his temple. 'It went quiet- in my head. In a way it hadn't been before. Not since...' Cassian squinted at the cloudless sky. 'Even with utter hell unleashing here, across our territory. I just went... quiet.' He tapped the side of his head with a finger, and frowned. 'After Hybern, the healer kept me asleep while she worked on my wings. So when I woke up two weeks later... that's when I heard. And when Mor told me what happened to you... It went quiet again.'
I swallowed against the constriction of my throat. 'You found me when I needed you most, Cassian.'
'Pleased to be of service.' He gave me a grim smile. 'You can rely on us, you know. Both of us. He's inclined to do everything himself- to give everything of himself. He can't stand to let anyone else offer up anything.' That smile faded. 'Neither can you.”
Source: A Court of Wings and Ruin
“Cassian slung an arm around Rhys's shoulders. 'Let's go get bloodied up.”
Source: A Court of Silver Flames
“Cassian smirked. 'She has two Illyrian warriors guarding her. What could go wrong?'
'Don't answer that,' Rhys said drily to his mate.”
Source: A Court of Silver Flames
“Cassian stepped in Nesta's path when she tried to walk past him. Put a tan, callused hand on her forehead. She shook off the touch, but he gripped her wrist, forcing her to meet his stare. 'Any one of those human pricks makes a move to hurt you,' he breathed, 'and you kill them.'
...
Cassian pressed one of his knives into Nesta's hand. 'Ash can kill you now,' he said with lethal quiet as she stared down at the blade. 'A scratch can make you queasy enough to be vulnerable. Remember where the exits are in every room, every fence and courtyard- mark them when you go in, and mark how many men are around you. Mark where Rhys and the others are. Don't forget that you're stronger and faster. Aim for the soft parts,' he added, folding her fingers around the hilt. 'And if someone gets you into a hold...' My sister said nothing as Cassian showed her the sensitive areas on a man. Not just the groin, but the inside of the foot, pinching the thigh, using her elbow like a weapon. When he finished, he stepped back, his hazel eyes churning with some emotion I couldn't place.
Nesta surveyed the fine dagger in her hand. Then lifted her head to look at him.
'I told you to come to training,' Cassian said with a cocky grin, and strode off.
I studied Nesta, the dagger, her quiet, still face.
'Don't even start,' she warned me, and headed for the stairs.”
Source: A Court of Wings and Ruin
“Cassian stood beside her through all of it. Not speaking, not touching. Just there, should she need him. Her friend- whom she'd asked to come here with her not because he was sharing her bed, but because she wanted him here. His steadiness and kindness and understanding.”
Source: A Court of Silver Flames
“Cassian strode in, a tray of food in hand, and halted when he didn't find her on the bed. His eyes shot to the sunken pool, and she could have sworn he almost dropped the tray onto the white carpet. 'I... You.'
His loss of words was enough to pull her from her thoughts, to curve the corners of her mouth upward. 'Me?'
He shook his head like a wet dog. 'I bought some food. I assumed you'd want dinner.'
'There's no dining room?'
'There is, but I thought you might need to unwind.'
She surveyed him, surprised that he knew her well enough to guess that the thought of speaking to everyone again, of dressing in suitable clothes, was draining- miserable. Knew her well enough to grasp that she'd rather eat in her room and piece herself together.”
Source: A Court of Silver Flames
“Cassian strutted in at last, greeting Mor with a chipper, 'You look terrible- Helion keep you up all night?'
She threw her spoon at him. Then her porridge.
Cassian caught the first and shielded against the other, his Siphon blazing like an awakening ember. Porridge slid to the floor.
'Helion wanted you to join,' she mildly replied, refilling her tea. 'Quite badly.'
'Maybe next time,' Cassian said.”
Source: A Court of Wings and Ruin
“Cassian surveyed her. Gazed into her eyes and breathed. 'Beautiful.'
He didn't halt the hand she laid on his muscled chest. Or when she pushed against that chest, backing him into the wall, his wings splaying on impact. He just stared and stared at her, marvelling- hungry.
Nesta didn't, couldn't, move as Cassian leaned to whisper in her ear. 'The first time I saw that look on your face, you were still human. Still human, and I nearly went to my knees before you.' His breath caressed the shell of her ear and she couldn't stop her eyes from fluttering shut. His smile brushed against her temple. 'Your power is a song, and one I've waited a very, very long time to hear, Nesta.”
Source: A Court of Silver Flames
“Cassian titled his head to the side at her silence. 'What is it?'
'Would you train non-Illyrian females?'
'I'm training you, aren't I?'
'I mean, would you consider...' She didn't know how to elegantly phrase it, not like silver-tongued Rhysand. 'The priestesses in the library. If I invited them to train with us here, where it's private and safe. Would you train them?'
Cassian blinked slowly. 'Yes. I mean, of course, but...' He winced. 'Nesta, many of the females in the library do not want to be- cannot stand to be- around males again.'
'Then we'll ask one of your female friends to join. Mor or anyone else you can think of.'
'The priestesses might not even be able to stomach having me present.'
'You'd never hurt anyone like that.'
His eyes softened slightly. 'It's not about that for them. It's about the fear- the trauma they bear. Even if they know I'd never do that to them, I might still drag up memories that are incredibly difficult for them to face.'
'You said this training would help me with my... problems. Perhaps it could help them. At the very least give them a reason to get outside for a bit.'
Cassian watched her for a long moment. Then he said, 'Whoever you can get up here with us, I'll gladly train. Mor's away, but I can ask Feyre-'
'Not Feyre,' Nesta hated the words. The way his back stiffened. She couldn't look at him as she said, 'I just...' How could she explain the tangle between her and her sister? The self-loathing that threatened to consume her every time she looked at her sister's face?
'All right,' Cassian repeated. 'Not Feyre. But I need to give her and Rhys a heads-up. You should probably ask Clotho for permission, too.' A warm hand clasped her shoulder and squeezed. 'I like this idea, Nes.' His hazel eyes shone bright. 'I like it a lot.'
And for some reason, the words meant everything.”
Source: A Court of Silver Flames
“Cassian told me only twelve have made it this far,' Nesta murmured to her friends. 'We've already earned the title of Oristian just by being here.'
Emerie stirred. 'We could stay up here today, wait it out overnight, and be done at dawn. To hell with any titles.' It was the wise thing to do. The safe thing to do.
'That path,' Nesta said, pointing to a small one along Ramiel's base, 'could also take us down south. No one would go that way, because it takes you away from the mountain.'
'So we'd come all this way and just hide?' Gwyn said, voice hoarse.
'You're hurt,' Nesta countered. 'And that is a mountain in front of us.'
'So rather than try and fail,' Gwyn demanded, 'you would take the safe road?'
'We would live,' Emerie said carefully. 'I'd love nothing more than to wipe the smirks off the lips of the males in my village, but not at this cost. Not if it costs us you, Gwyn. We need you to live.'
Gwyn studied Ramiel's craggy, unforgiving slope. Not much snow graced its sides. Like the wind had whipped it all away. Or the storms had avoided its peak entirely. 'Is it living, though? To take the safe road?'
'You're the one who's been in a library for two years,' Emerie said.
Gwyn didn't flinch. 'I have. And I am tired of it.' She surveyed the blood-soaked leather along her thigh. 'I don't want to take the safe road.' She pointed to the mountain, to the slender path upward. 'I want to take that road.' Her voice thickened. 'I want to take the road that no one dares travel, and I want to travel it with you two. No matter what may befall us. Not as Illyrians, not for their titles, but as something new. To prove to them, to everyone, that something new and different might triumph over their rules and restrictions.'
A cold wind blew off Ramiel's sides.
Whispering, murmuring.
'They call this climb the Breaking for a reason,' Emerie countered gravely.
Nesta added, 'We haven't eaten in days. We're down to the last of our water. To climb that mountain-'
'I have been broken once before,' Gwyn said, her voice clear. 'I survived it. And I will not be broken again- not even by this mountain.”
Source: A Court of Silver Flames
“Cassian tried to convince me last night not to take you. I thought he might even punch me.'
'Why?' I barely knew him.
'Who knows? With Cassian, he's probably more interested in fucking you than protecting you.'
'You're a pig.'
'You could, you know,' Rhys said, holding up the branch of a scrawny beech for me to slip under. 'If you needed to move on in a physical sense, I'm sure Cassian would be more than happy to oblige.'
It felt like a test in itself. And it pissed me off enough that I crooned, 'Then tell him to come to my room tonight.'
'If you survive this test.'
I paused atop a little lichen-crusted rock. 'You seem pleased by the idea that I won't.'
'Quite the opposite, Feyre.' He prowled to where I stood on the stone. I was almost eye level with him. The forest went even quieter- the trees seeming to lean closer, as if to catch every word. 'I'll let Cassian know you're... open to his advances.'
'Good,' I said.”
Source: A Court of Mist and Fury
“Cassian was halfway up the dried riverbed when stones crunched and clacked behind him.
He whirled to find Nesta facedown. Not moving.
He swore, rushing down the stony path, and slid to his knees before her. The sharp stones bit his legs through his pants, but he didn't care, not as he turned her over, his heart thundering.
She'd fainted. His relief was a primal thing in him, settling, but-
He hadn't looked back at her in hours. Filmy white crusted her lips; her skin was flushed and sweaty. He grabbed for the canteen at his belt, unscrewing the cap, and pulled her head into his lap. 'Drink,' he ordered, opening her mouth for her, his blood roaring in his ears.
Nesta stirred, but didn't fight him when he poured a little water down her throat. It was enough to have her opening her eyes. They were glazed.
Cassian demanded, 'When was the last time you had water?'
Her eyes sharpened. The first time she'd really looked at him in three solid days. But she only took the canteen and drank deep, draining it.
When she'd finished, she groaned, pushing herself from his lap, but only onto her side.
He snapped, 'You should have been drinking water throughout the day.'
She stared at the rocks around them.
He couldn't stand that look- the vacancy, the indifference, as if she no longer really cared whether she lived or died here in the wild.
His stomach twisted. Instinct bellowed at him to wrap himself around her, to comfort and soothe, but another voice, an ancient and wise voice, whispered to keep going. One more mountain, that voice said. Just one more mountain.”
Source: A Court of Silver Flames
“Cassian was saying to Nesta, 'Seems like you're a little on edge, Nesta. And you left so abruptly last night... Any way I can help ease that tension?”
Source: A Court of Wings and Ruin
“Cassian was sizing up Nesta, a gleam in his eyes that I could only interpret as a warrior finding himself faced with a new, interesting opponent.
Then, Mother above, Nesta shifted her attention to Cassian, noticing that gleam- what it meant. She snarled softly. 'What are you looking at?'
Cassian's brows rose- little amusement to be found now. 'Someone who let her younger sister risk her life every day in the woods while she did nothing. Someone who let a fourteen-year-old child go out into that forest, so close to the wall.' My face began heating, and I opened my mouth. To say what, I don't know. 'Your sister died- died to save my people. She is willing to do so again to protect you from war. So don't expect me to sit here with my mouth shut while you sneer at her for a choice she did not get to make- and insult my people in the process.'
Nesta didn't bat an eyelash as she studied the handsome features, the muscled torso. Then turned to me. Dismissing him entirely.
Cassian's face went almost feral. A wolf who had been circling a doe... only to find a mountain cat wearing its hide instead.”
Source: A Court of Mist and Fury
“Cassian was sleeping in a chair beside her bed.
His head was at an awkward angle, and his wings drooped onto the stone- and he was wearing only his undershorts and a blanket that looked as if someone had draped it over his lap.
...
She stared at him for long minutes, the unusual paleness of his face, the brows still clenched with worry, as if he fretted for her, even in sleep. The sun gilded his dark hair and shone through his wings, bringing out the undertones of reds and golds in both.
Like a knight guarding his lady. She couldn't stop the image, sprung from the pages of her childhood books. Like a warrior-prince, with those tattoos and that muscle-bound chest.
Her throat tightened unbearably, her eyes stinging.
She would not let herself cry, not for herself or for the sight of him keeping watch beside her bed all night.
But it was as if her furious blinking woke him, as if he could hear the flutter of her lashes.
His hazel eyes shot to hers, like he always knew precisely where she was. And they were so full of worry, of that unrelenting goodness, that she had to fight like hell to keep the tears from falling.
Cassian said gently. 'Hey.'
She clamped down on herself. 'Hello.'
'Are you all right?'
'Yes.' No. Though not for the reason he believed.
'Good.' He groaned, stretching, first his arms and then his wings. Muscles rippled. 'You want to talk about it?'
'No.'
'That's fine.'
And that was that.
But Cassian threw her a half smile, and it was so normal, so him in a way that no one else was or would ever be, that her throat tightened again. 'You want breakfast?'
Nesta managed to answer his half smile with one of her own. 'I like your priorities, general.”
Source: A Court of Silver Flames
“Cassian watched Rhys's face carefully as Nesta and Emerie spoke, and Gwyn drifted over to join them. Promises of books to be swapped filled the air.
Rhys said to him, This is an interesting development.
Cassian didn't bother to make his face look pleasant. I could have done without you giving Nesta a mental warning.
Rhys's brows narrowed. How did you know I did that?
The bastard didn't even try to deny it.
I noticed the way she tensed. And I know you well, brother. You saw Gwyn and thought the worst of Nesta. She's treated her- and Emerie- with kindness.
That's what pissed you off?
I'm pissed off that you can't seem to believe even one good thing about her. That you refuse to fucking believe one good thing about her. Was it necessary to bait her like that?
Regret glimmered in Rhys's eyes.
Cassian went on. You're not making it easier. Let her build these bonds, and stay the hell out of it.
Rhys blinked. I'm sorry. I will.
Cassian blew out a breath. Rhys added. Did you really feel you had to put your arm around her shoulders to restrain her.
I don't want the two of you within three feet of each other. You have a pregnant mate, Rhys. You'll kill anyone that presents a threat to Feyre. You're a danger to all of us right now.
I'd never harm someone Feyre loves. You know that.”
Source: A Court of Silver Flames
“Cassidy and I wouldn’t be friends if we met today. She’s blunt, even when she shouldn’t be. She’s cynical to the point of perpetual gloom. Her interest in culture begins and ends with fashion magazines—hence the gloom. She’s still the best friend I’ve ever had. We’re there for each other in a way no one else is. That’s what counts, not the music she listens to or the books she doesn’t read.”
Source: I Am Not Thirteen
“Cassidy," Flick whispers. "Max is fucking you with his eyes right now.”
Source: Our Thing: The Ballerina & The Butcher Boy
“Cassidy's heart tried to leap out through his taught skin and hop into his wet hands. But outwardly it was all very calm, very serene, just as always, and it seemed to last a tiny forever, just like that, a snapshot of them all on the curved parabola of a starting line, eight giant hearts attached to eight pairs of bellows-like lungs mounted on eight pairs of supercharged stilts. They were poised on the edge of some howling vortex they had run 10,000 miles to get to. Now they had to run one more”
“Cassie. A word.”
I glanced at Michael, wondering what—if anything—Briggs knew about what Michael, Sloane, and I had been up to.
“Ambidextrous,” Sloane said suddenly.
“This should be good,” Lia murmured.
Sloane cleared her throat. “Agent Briggs asked for a word. Ambidextrous is a good one. Less than point-five percent of the words in the English language contain all five vowels.”
I was grateful for the distraction, but unfortunately, Briggs didn’t bite. “Cassie?”
Source: The Naturals
“Cassie asked.
asked Ax”
Source: The Underground
“Cassie cut off a piece of the salmon salad toast, making sure to capture a generous heap of greens, capers, and bright orange roe. "This looks amazing," she said before bringing the bite to her mouth. She felt the small beads of roe popping, releasing their bright, briny liquid, which perfectly cut the mayonnaise-rich smoked salmon salad.”
Source: Eat Post Like
“Cassie fumbled helplessly beneath the shade of the ancient oak, still searching for her second shoe.The first had been easy to find, having landed close to where she had kicked it off; and when her hand had finally encountered it, she clutched it to her breast in a gesture of smug triumph. For one brief moment, she felt a twinge of sympathy for the sighted people who would never experience such sweet victory from a task as simple as finding a shoe.”
“Cassie, if I do treatment, I’m most likely going to be too sick to want to do any of those things. It may only prolong my life for a short time. And leaving my parents with an enormous amount of debt because of medical bills is not what I want. How can I do that to them?”
“They love you, Xuan. There’s no price tag on your life.”
“What would you do if you were me?”
“I would fight!” I shouted.
“I’ve been trying to accept my fate, and I think you need to as well.”
Source: Fated to Love You
“Cassie?”
It’s Sammy, holding on to Ben, because he’s feeling the Ben thing a little more than he is the Cassie one at the moment. Who’s this guy falling from the ductwork, and what’s he doing with my sister?
“This must be Sammy,” Evan says.
“This is Sammy,” I say. “Oh! And this is—”
“Ben Parish,” Ben says.
“Ben Parish?” Evan looks at me. That Ben Parish?
“Ben,” I say, my face on fire. I want to laugh and crawl under the counter at the same time. “This is Evan Walker.”
“Is he your boyfriend?” Sammy asks.
I don’t know what to say. Ben looks totally lost, Evan completely amused, and Sammy just damned curious. It’s my first truly awkward moment in the alien lair, and I’d been through my share of moments.
“He’s a friend from high school,” I mutter.
And Evan corrects me, since it’s clear I’ve lost my mind. “Actually, Sam, Ben is Cassie’s friend from high school.”
“She’s not my friend,” Ben says. “I mean, I guess I kind of remember her…” Then Evan’s words sink in. “How do you know who I am?”
“He doesn’t!” I fairly shout.
Cassie told me about you,” Evan says. I elbow him in the ribs, and he gives me a look like What?
“Maybe we can chat about how everybody knows one another later”
Source: The 5th Wave
“Cassie perused the offerings, her mouth watering with excitement. Lemon cream, raspberry ricotta and meringue, Parmesan, creamed corn, cassis, persimmon, summer fig, bergamot, tiramisu, creamed coffee, watermelon cream... the list went on and on.
"Oh my god, how do you even decide?" Her head was spinning.
"Well, I like to do a combination. One fruit, one nut, one cream--- or chocolate, depending on my mood. So tonight I'm going to have wild strawberry, pistachio, and salted caramel. Pistachio is my constant. I always order it. It's my litmus test to judge the gelateria."
"Excellent strategy." She nodded and perused the case while Eamon ordered. She decided on Parmesan, fig, and blue honey with walnuts. "I'm going for the cheese plate combo," she joked.”
Source: Eat Post Like
“Cassie,” Sam said in my ear. “Your nose is really big.”
“That’s because it’s broken.” Like my heart, kid. It’s a set.”
Source: The Infinite Sea
“Cassie speared one of the fried balls and placed it on her plate, along with a scoop of the dark brown paste. They looked simple enough, like any bar food. When she cut it open, though, it erupted with steam, gooey Gruyère cheese, and shredded duck meat. She cut it into quarters, rationed out the fig butter for each piece, and took a bite. Salty and crunchy, the meat sweet and savory--- and Ben was right. That fig butter--- the creative addition of fat and sweet jammy fruit, punctuated with large crystals of crunchy sea salt--- made the dish sing.
"It's the holy trinity of sugar, fat, and salt," Ben said, and took a drink of champagne.
The pizza arrived just as the group polished off the last croquette, filling the air with wafts of nutty truffles.
"Some say that truffles taste like the forest floor, but some say they taste like the human body," said Kelly, as she stabbed an egg yolk, releasing a thick yellow goo all over the pizza. She pulled a piece onto her plate.
"Oh yeah, I wrote a story on this," said Ben. "Feet, body odor... sex. Truffles have a particular form of stink that attracts people in an animalistic way--- it's what explains why people will pay so much money for even the slightest hint of truffle."
Cassie pulled a slice of truffle from the pie and put it on her tongue. Certainly nutty, cool, crunchy... but sex? She didn't get it. She shrugged and took another bite.”
Source: Eat Post Like
“Cassie spoke up, "He is like Peter Pan and the Lost Boys." ...
Tameron said "No one is lost here. And we have just as many girls, well, maybe not as many as we have boys, but a fair amount. Who is this Peter Pan you speak of? A hero?" he asked Cassie.
Alicia spoke up then ... "He led a group of boys in a world of adventure on an island paradise."
Tameron looked at Cassie to see if she agreed. She smiled and nodded.
"This Peter Pan was real?" he asked.
"No, he was a fairy... uhm, tale," Cassie said.
Tameron smiled. "I like the idea. I'll have to read it sometime...”
Source: Dragon Fae
“Cassie, stop. I can't do this.' He pulls back to meet my hurt gaze.
'I know why you're doing this.' I draw a breath, letting it out on a long exhale. 'You don't trust me with your heart. You're afraid if you give it to me there's a chance it could be broken, again.'
'It's been shattered once. I'm afraid next time it won't get broken. It'll be obliterated,' he says quietly.
I press a single kiss to his lip. 'You're my Superman. You're not supposed to be afraid of anything.'
'Even Superman had weaknesses.”
Source: Jersey Girl
“Cassie: What would it cost me if I kissed him? What would it cost me if I didn’t?”
Source: Outlanders