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“Nessuno può sconfinare in un altro - per il semplice motivo che nessuno può accedere a se stesso.”
Source: The locked room
“Nessuno si è mai complimentato con me per come mi destreggiavo tra i vari impegni, né l'ho mai preteso. Io stessa, come tutti gli altri, davo per scontata la mia bravura.
Se mi sono lasciata prendere da te, e se ho fatto quello che ho fatto, non era perché avevo smesso di amare Guy. Ero solo stanca, avevo smesso di amare tutto ciò che aveva a che fare con la mia bravura. Avevo smesso di amare me stessa.”
Source: Apple Tree Yard
“Nessuno teneva più il conto degli anni e non aveva senso contare i mesi. Il tempo era immobile per chi era immerso nel dolore, per chi era morto e per chi piangeva i suoi morti. Anche per chi vangava in giardino per seppellire la sua pena e per chi in cucina preparava antiche pietanze per suddividere la sofferenza in tanti piatti.”
Source: Het huis van de moskee
“Nessuno vuole soffrire. Eppure è il destino di ognuno. E alcuni soffrono più degli altri. Non necessariamente per scelta. La questione non sta nel sopportare il dolore. La questione sta nel come lo si sopporta”
Source: Chrzest ognia
“Nessuno è più schiavo di colui che si ritiene libero senza esserlo”
“Nessuno è più spaventato, o più strano nella sua paura, dei conquistatori. Non fanno che evocare fantasmi, terrorizzati all’idea che le loro vittime possano un giorno vendicarsi restituendo lo stesso torto subito… anche se, in realtà, quelle vittime non sono affatto interessate a una simile meschinità perché hanno voltato pagina. I conquistatori vivono nel terrore del giorno in cui si dimostrerà che non sono superiori, hanno solo avuto fortuna.”
Source: The Stone Sky
“Nest is one vertical implementation of a set of smart products for the home. But we will support other peoples smart products for the home.”
“Nest of Soviet fellow travelers clacking busybodies in a Soviet jellyfish front, sitting here in Leesburg oozing out their funny little propaganda and making nuisances of themselves.”
“Nesta ate until she couldn't fit another morsel into her body, helping herself to thirds of the soup. The House seemed more than happy to oblige her, and had even offered her a slice of double-chocolate cake to finish.
'Is this Cassian-approved?' She picked up the fork and smiled at the moist, gleaming cake.
'It certainly isn't,' he said from the doorway, and Nesta whirled, scowling. He nodded toward the cake. 'But eat up.'
She put down the fork. 'What do you want?'
Cassian surveyed the family library. 'Why are you eating in here?'
'Isn't it obvious?'
His grin was a slash of white. 'The only thing that's obvious is that you're talking to yourself.'
'I'm talking to the House. Which is a considerable step up from talking to you.'
'It doesn't talk back.'
'Exactly.'
He snorted. 'I walked into that one.' He stalked across the room, eyeing the cake she still didn't touch. 'Are you really... talking to the House?'
'Don't you talk to it?'
'No.'
'It listens to me,' she insisted.
'Of course it does. It's enchanted.'
'It even brought food down to the library unasked.'
His brows rose. 'Why?'
'I don't know how your faerie magic works.'
'Did you... do anything to make it act that way?'
'If you're taking a page from Devlon's book and asking if I did any witchcraft, the answer is no.'
Cassian chuckled. 'That's not what I meant, but fine. The House likes you. Congratulations.' She growled, and he leaned over to pick up the fork. She went stiff at his closeness, but he said nothing as he took a bite of the cake. He let out a hum of pleasure that traveled along her bones. And then took another bite.
'That's supposed to be mine,' she groused, peering up at him as he continued to eat.
'Then take it from me,' he said.”
Source: A Court of Silver Flames
“Nesta braced her hands on the arms of his chair as she brushed a kiss to his neck.
Cassian's breath caught. But she pressed another kiss to the soft warm skin of his neck, just beneath his ear. Another, lower now, closer to the collar of his dark shirt.
He trembled, and she kissed the hard knot in the centre of his throat. Licked it.
Cassian shifted in his chair, groaning softly. His hand rose to clasp her hip, as if he'd push her away, but she removed him. 'Let me,' she said against his neck. 'Please.'
He swallowed, and that hard knot moved against her mouth. But he didn't stop her, and so Nesta kissed him again, moving to the other side of his neck. Reaching that spot just beneath his ear as she laid a hand on his chest and felt his heartbeat hammering into her palm.
She didn't kiss his mouth. She didn't want that distraction. Not as she slid between him and the table and dropped to her knees.
His eyes went wide. 'Nesta.”
Source: A Court of Silver Flames
“Nesta didn't care that she was covered in sweat, wearing her leathers amongst a bejewelled crowd. Not as she staggered onto the veranda at the top of the House and gaped at the stars raining across the bowl of the sky. They zoomed by so close some sparked against the stones, leaving glowing dust in their wake.
She had a vague sense of Cassian and Mor and Azriel nearby, of Feyre and Rhys and Lucien, of Elain and Varian and Helion. Of Kallias and Viviane, also swollen with child and glowing with joy and strength. Nesta smiled in greeting and left them blinking, but she forgot them within a moment because the stars, the stars, the stars...
She hadn't realised that such beauty existed in the world. That she might feel so full from wonder it could hurt, like her body couldn't contain all of it. And she didn't know why she cried then, but the tears began rolling down her face.
The world was beautiful, and she was so grateful to be in it. To be alive, to be here, to see this. She stuck out a hand over the railing, grazing a star as it shot past, and her fingers came away glowing with blue and green dust. She laughed, a sound of pure joy, and she cried more, because that joy was a miracle.”
Source: A Court of Silver Flames
“Nesta didn't see the lake, or the stones, or the sunlight and green.
Her vision blurred, and her eyes stung as if they had been sliced- cleaved open to allow the tears to pass.
She made it to the stones before she fell to her knees, so hard the rock bit into her bones. Was she worth being counted?
She knew the answer. Had always known it.
Cassian whirled toward her, but Nesta didn't see him, either, or hear his words..
Not as she buried her face in her hands and wept.”
Source: A Court of Silver Flames
“Nesta fought every step of the way.
She did not make it easy for them. She clawed and kicked and bucked.
And it was not enough.
And we were not enough to save her.
I watched as she was hoisted up. Elain remained shuddering on the ground. Lucien's coat draped around her. She did not look at the Cauldron.
Cassian stirred again, his shredded wings twitching and spraying blood, his muscles quivering. At Nesta's shouts, her raging, his eyes fluttered open, glazed and unseeing, an answer to some call in his blood, a promise he'd made her. But pain knocked him under again.
Nesta was shoved into the water up to her shoulders. She bucked even as the water sprayed. She clawed and screamed her rage, her defiance.
'Put her under,' the king hissed.
The guards straining, shoved her slender shoulders. Her brown-gold head.
And as they pushed her head down, she thrashed one last time, freeing her long, pale arm
Teeth bared, Nesta pointed one finger at the King of Hybern.
One finger, a curse and a damning.
A promise.
And as Nesta's head was forced under the water, as that hand was violently shoved down, the King of Hybern had the good sense to look somewhat unnerved.”
Source: A Court of Mist and Fury
“Nesta gave you this?'
Technically, Nesta had informed him, the House had given it to her. But she'd asked the House for these items, intending them to be brought here. 'She said it's a gift.'
Emerie picked up a brass tin, pried open the top, and inhaled. The smoky, velvety scent of tea leaves floated out. 'Oh, this is good stuff.' She lifted a glass vial of finely ground powder. When she twisted the lid off, a nutty, spicy scent filled the shop. 'Cumin.' Her sigh was like a lover's. She moved to another and another, six glass containers in total. 'Turmeric, cinnamon, allspice, cloves, and...' She peered at the label. 'Black pepper.'
Cassian laid the last container on the table, a large marble box that weighed at least two pounds. Emerie yanked off the lid and let out a laugh. 'Salt.' She pinched the flaky crystal between her fingers. 'A lot of salt.'
Her eyes shone as a rare smile flitted across her face. It made her look younger, wiped away the weight and scars of all those years with her father. 'Please tell her I say thank you.'
He cleared his throat, remembering the speech Nesta had drilled into him. 'Nesta says you can thank her by showing up to training tomorrow morning.'
Emerie's smile wavered. 'I told her the other day: I have no means to attend.'
'She thought you'd say that. If you want to come, send word, and one of us will bring you.' It'd have to be Rhys, but he doubted his brother would object. 'If you can't stay the full time, that's fine. Come for an hour, before your shop opens.'
Emerie's fingers fell away from the spices and tea. 'It's not the right time.'
Cassian knew better than to push. 'If you ever change your mind, let us know.' He turned from the counter, aiming for the door.
He knew Nesta had given the gift in part to tempt Emerie to join, but also from the kindness of her heart. He'd asked why she was sending these items, and she'd said, 'Emerie needs spices and good tea.' It had stunned him, just as it had stunned him earlier to hear her admit that she liked Gwyn.
Nesta around Gwyn was a wholly different creature than who she was with the court. They didn't tease or laugh with each other, but an easiness lay between them that he'd never witnessed, even when Nesta was with Elain. She'd always been Elain's guardian, or Feyre's sister, or Cauldron-Made.
With Gwyn... he wondered whether Nesta liked the girl because with her, she was simply Nesta. Perhaps she felt that way around Emerie, too.
Had she gone into Velaris, night after night, not only to distract and numb herself, but to be around people who didn't know the weight of all she carried?”
Source: A Court of Silver Flames
“Nesta glanced up the stairs past Feyre. Elain had again opted to remain in her room when Nesta was present, which was just fine. Absolutely, utterly fine. Elain could make her own choices. And had chosen to thoroughly shut the door on Nesta. Even as she fully embraced Feyre and her world. Nesta's chest tightened, but she refused to think of it, acknowledge it. Elain was a like a dog, loyal to whatever master kept her fed and in comfort.”
Source: A Court of Silver Flames
“Nesta had loved Cassian since she'd first laid eyes on him. Had loved him even when she did not want to, even when she had been swallowed by despair and fear and hatred. Had loved him and destroyed herself because she didn't believe she deserved him, because he was all that was good, and brave, and kind, and she loved him, she loved him, she loved him-”
Source: A Court of Silver Flames
“Nesta,' he said into her ear. 'Nesta, open your hand and come back.'
Her breathing sharpened. The cold deepened.
'Nesta,' he snarled-
And the cold halted. It didn't vanish, but rather... stopped. Nesta's eyes flicked open.
Silver fire burned within. Nothing Fae looked out through them.
Rhys shoved Feyre behind him. She shoved her way back to his side. But Nesta's hand continued to squeeze Cassian's. He squeezed back, let his Siphons send a bite of power into her skin.
She turned her head so slowly it was like watching a puppet move. Her eyes met his.
Death watched him.
But Death had walked beside him every day of his life. So Cassian stroked his thumb along her palm and said, 'Hello, Nes.'
Nesta blinked, and he let his Siphons bite her with his power again. The fire flickered.
He nodded to the map, 'Let go of the stones and bones.' He didn't let her scent his fear. Here was the being the Bone Carver had whispered about, exalted and feared.
'Let go of the stones and bones, and then you and I can play.”
Source: A Court of Silver Flames
“Nesta is a delight, by the way.'
'She's... her own creature,' I said. It was perhaps the kindest thing I could say about her.
'It's been a few centuries since someone got under Cassian's skin that easily. 'Too bad they're both inclined to kill the other.'
Part of me shuddered at the havoc the two would wreak if they decided to stop fighting.”
Source: A Court of Mist and Fury
“Nesta is a wolf who has been locked in a cage her whole life.
'I know,' Cassian said. She was a wolf who had never learned how to be a wolf, thanks to that cage humans called propriety and society. And like any maltreated animal, she bit anyone who came near. Good thing he liked being bitten. Good thing he savoured the bruises and scratches she left on his body every night, and that her unleashing when he was buried in her made him want to answer with his own.
Elain leaned forward. 'You only think you know- you haven't seen her on the dance floor. That's when Nesta truly lets the wolf roam free. When there's music.'
'Really?' Nesta had told him once, when he'd dragged her out of a particular seedy tavern, that she'd been there for the music. He'd ignored her, thinking it an excuse.
'Yes,' Elain said. 'She was trained in dance from a very young age. She loves it, and music. Not in the way I enjoy a waltz or a gavotte, but in the way that performers make an art of it. Nesta could bring an entire ballroom to a halt when she danced with someone.”
Source: A Court of Silver Flames
“Nesta is different from most people,' I explained. 'She comes across as rigid and vicious, but I think it's a wall. A shield. I think Nesta feels everything- sees too much; sees and feels it all. And she burns with it. Keeping that wall up helps from being overwhelmed, from caring too greatly.”
Source: A Court of Mist and Fury
“Nesta, it should not have come out as it did.'
'Did Cassian tell you that?' He'd gone to Feyre, rather than here?
'No, but I can guess as much. He didn't want to keep anything from you.'
'My issue isn't with Cassian.' Nesta levelled her stare at Amren. 'I trusted you to have my back.'
'I stopped having your back the moment you decided to use that loyalty as a shield against everyone else.'
Nesta snarled, but Feyre stepped between them, hands raised. 'This conversation ends now. Nesta, go back to the House. Amren, you...' She hesitated, as if considering the wisdom of ordering Amren around. Feyre finished carefully, 'You stay here.'
Nesta let out a low laugh. 'You are her High Lady. You don't need to cater to her. Not when she now has less power than any of you.'
Feyre's eyes blazed. 'Amren is my friend, and has been a member of this court for centuries. I offer her respect.'
'Is it respect that she offers you?' Nesta spat. 'It is respect that your mate offers you?'
Feyre went still.
Amren warned, 'Don't you say one more fucking word, Nesta Archeron.'
Feyre asked, 'What do you mean?'
And Nesta didn't care. Couldn't think around the roaring. 'Have any of them told you, their respected High lady, that the babe in your womb will kill you?'
Amren barked, 'Shut your mouth!'
But her order was confirmation enough. Face paling, Feyre whispered again, 'What do you mean?'
'The wings,' Nesta seethed. 'The boy's Illyrian wings will get stuck in your Fae body during the labour, and it will kill you both.'
Silence rippled through the room, the world.
Feyre breathed, 'Madja just said that the labour would be risky. But the Bone Carver... The son he showed me didn't have wings.' Her voice broke. 'Did he only show me what I wanted to see.'
'I don't know,' Nesta said. 'But I do know that your mate ordered everyone not to inform you of the truth.' She turned to Amren. 'Did you all vote on that, too? Did you talk about her, judge her, and deem her unworthy of the truth? What was your vote, Amren? To let Feyre die in ignorance?' Before Amren could reply, Nesta turned back to her sister. 'Didn't you question why your precious, perfect Rhysand has been a moody bastard for weeks? Because he knows you will die. He knows, and yet he still didn't tell you.'
Feyre began shaking. 'If I die...' Her gaze drifted to one of her tattooed arms. She lifted her head, eyes bright with tears as she asked Amren, 'You... all of you knew this?'
Amren threw a withering glare in Nesta's direction, but said, 'We did not wish to alarm you. Fear can be as deadly as any physical threat.'
'Rhys knew?' Tears spilled down Feyre's cheeks, smearing the paint splattered there. 'About the threat to our lives?' She peered down at herself, at the tattooed hand cradling her abdomen.
And Nesta knew then that she had not once in her life been loved by her mother as much as Feyre already loved the boy growing within her.
It broke something in Nesta- broke that rage, that roaring- seeing those tears begin to fall, the fear crumpling Feyre's paint-smeared face.
She had gone too far. She... Oh, gods.
Amren said, 'I think it is best, girl, if you speak to Rhysand about this.'
Nesta couldn't bear it- the pain and fear and love on Feyre's face as she caressed her stomach.
Amren growled at Nesta, 'I hope you're content now.'
Nesta didn't respond. Didn't know what to say or do with herself. She simply turned on her heel and ran from the apartment.”
Source: A Court of Silver Flames
“Nesta let out a low laugh. 'If you want someone to blame for all of this,' she said to Tamlin, 'perhaps you should first look in the mirror.'
Tamlin snarled at her.
Cassian snarled right back, 'Watch it.'
Tamlin looked between my sister and Cassian- his gaze lingering on Cassian's wings, tucked in behind him. Snorted. 'Seems like other preferences run in the Archeron family, too.”
Source: A Court of Wings and Ruin
“Nesta, look at me.'
Fighting the roaring of her body, she obeyed. Heat blazed in his eyes, and something more than that. 'Look at me, ' Cassian breathed.
Gods spare her, but she did. She couldn't take her gaze off him. Found herself free-falling into his darkened eyes, his beautiful face.”
Source: A Court of Silver Flames
“Nesta looked between Rhys and Cassian, then to me. Despair still paled her face, but... she bowed her head. And said to me, 'That was why you painted stars on your drawer.”
Source: A Court of Mist and Fury
“Nesta looked to me- and I could have sworn fear shone there, and guilt and... some other feeling. 'You told me to run.'
'You're my sister,' was all I said. She'd once tried to cross the wall to save me.”
Source: A Court of Wings and Ruin
“Nesta only lifted her chin. 'I...' I'd never seen her stumble for words. 'I do not want to be remembered as a coward.'
'No one would say that,' I offered quietly.
'I would,' Nesta surveyed us all, her gaze jumping past Cassian. Not to slight him, but... avoid answering the look he was giving her. Approval- more. 'It was some distant thing,' she said. 'War. Battle. It... it's not anymore. I will help, if I can. If it means... telling them what happened.'
...
'You went off to battle for a court you barely know- who barely see you as friends. Amren showed me the blood ruby. And when I asked you why... you said because it was the right thing. People need help.' Her throat bobbed. 'No one is going to fight to save the humans beneath the wall. No one cares. But I do.' She toyed with a fold in her dress. 'I do.”
Source: A Court of Wings and Ruin
“Nesta only simmered, near-shaking with rage. Or cold. Cauldron, it was cold in here. Only the heated floors offered any reprieve. 'Fire,' he said, and the House obeyed. A great blaze flared to life in the hearth behind him.
'No fire,' she said, focused upon Cassian, though her words were not to him.
The House seemed to ignore her.
'No fire,' she ordered. He could have sworn she blanched slightly.
For a heartbeat, he was again in Rhys's mother's house in Windhaven. She'd been staring and staring into the fire, as if speaking to it, as if unaware that even he was there.
The fire crackled and popped. Nesta seethed to the open air. 'I said-'
A log cracked, as if the House was merrily ignoring her, adding heat to the flame.
But Nesta flinched. Barely a blink and half a shudder, but her entire body went rigid. Fear and dread flashed over her features, then vanished.
Strange.”
Source: A Court of Silver Flames
“Nesta's stare drifted to the paint flaking off the walls. The intricate little designs. Cassian followed her stare. 'Did Feyre paint that?'
Nesta swallowed, and managed to get out, 'She painted every chance she got. Any extra coins she managed to save went toward paints.'
'Have you ever seen what she's done to the cabin up in the mountains?'
'No.' She'd never been there.
'Feyre painted the whole thing. Just like this. She told me once that there's a dresser here...'
Nesta aimed for the bedroom. 'This one?' Cassian followed her, and gods, it was so cramped and dark and smelly. The bed was still covered with stained linens. The three of them had slept here for years.
Cassian ran a hand over the painted dresser, marvelling. 'She really did paint stars for herself before she knew Rhys was her mate. Before she knew he existed.' His fingers traced the twining vines of flowers on the second drawer. 'Elain's drawer.' They drifted lower, curling over a lick of flame. 'And yours.'
Nesta managed a grunt of confirmation, her chest tight to the point of pain.”
Source: A Court of Silver Flames
“Nesta's throat constricted, and she surveyed the swaying cherry blossoms overhead. Elain would love this place. So many flowers, all in bloom, so much green- the light, vibrant green of new grass- so many birds singing and such warm, buttery sunshine. Nesta felt like a storm cloud standing amid it all. But Elain... The Spring Court had been made for someone like her.
Too bad her sister refused to see her. Nesta would have told Elain to visit this place.
And too bad the lord who ruled these lands was a piece of shit.”
Source: A Court of Silver Flames
“Nesta slept and slept and slept, though she could have sworn that her door opened at one point. Could have sworn a familiar, beckoning scent filled her room. She reached toward it with a sleep-heavy hand, but it was already gone.”
Source: A Court of Silver Flames
“Nesta stretched out her legs, leaning her bruised palms on the stone. 'Enjoy your exercises.'
Cassian bristled. But he held out his hand again. 'Please.'
She'd never heard him say that word. It was a rope thrown between them. He'd meet her halfway- let her win the power battle, admit defeat, if she would just get off the rock.
She told herself to get up, to take that outstretched hand.
But she couldn't Couldn't bring her body to rise.
His hazel eyes were bright with pleading in the morning sun, the wind dancing in his dark hair. Like he was made from these mountains, crafted from wind and stone. He was so beautiful. Not in the way that Azriel and Rhys were beautiful, but in an uncut way. Savage and unrelenting.
The first time she'd seen Cassian, she couldn't take her eyes off him. She felt like she'd spent her life surrounded by boys, and then a man- a male, she supposed- had suddenly appeared. Everything about him had radiated that confident, arrogant masculinity. It had been heady and overwhelming, and all she'd wanted, all she'd wanted for so many months, was to touch him, smell him, taste him. Get close to that strength and throw everything she was against it because she knew he'd never break, never falter, never balk.
But the light in his eyes dimmed as he lowered his hand.
She deserved his disappointment. Deserved his resentment and disgust. Even if it carved something vital from her.
'Tomorrow, then,' Cassian said. He didn't speak to her again for the rest of the day.”
Source: A Court of Silver Flames
“Nesta summoned the dead. To do what her own body could not.
Though she had fought back against Tomas, against the Cauldron, against the King of Hybern, they had all happened to her. She had survived, but she had been helpless and afraid.
Not today.
Today, she would happen to him.”
Source: A Court of Silver Flames
“Nesta surged to her feet, staggering across the clearing, blood at her mouth from where he'd hit her, and threw herself to her knees before Cassian. 'Get up,' she sobbed, hauling at his shoulder. 'Get up.'
He tried- and failed.
'You're too heavy,' she pleaded, but still tried to raise him, fingers scrabbling in his black, bloodied armour. 'I can't- he's coming-'
'Go,' Cassian groaned.
Her powers had stopped hurling the king across the forest. He now stalked toward them, brushing off splinters and leaves from his jacket- taking his time. Knowing she would not leave. Savouring the awaiting slaughter.
Nesta gritted her teeth, trying to haul Cassian up once more. A broken sound of pain ripped from him. 'Go!' he barked at her.
'I can't,' she breathed, voice breaking. 'I can't.'
The same words Rhys had given him.
Cassian grunted in pain, but lifted his bloodied hands- to cup her face. 'I have no regrets in my life, but this.' HIs voice shook with every word. 'That we did not have time. That I did not have time with you, Nesta.'
She didn't stop him as he leaned up and kissed her- lightly. As much as he could manage.
Cassian said softly, brushing away the tear that streaked down her face. 'I will find you again in the next world- the next life. And we will have that time. I promise.'
The King of Hybern stepped into that clearing, dark power wafting from his fingertips.
And even the Cauldron seemed to pause in surprise- surprise or some... feeling as Nesta looked at the king with death twining around his hands, then down at Cassian.
And covered Cassian's body with her own.
Cassian went still- then his hand slid over her back.
Together. They'd go together.”
Source: A Court of Wings and Ruin
“Nesta threw another series of punches, and Cassian knew she was leading up to the knockout blow. Two left jabs and a right hook that slammed into the wood so hard it splintered.
And then she stopped, her first pressed against the wood.
Her panting breath swirled from her mouth in the frigid rain.
Slowly, she straightened, fist lowering, steam rippling through her teeth as she turned. He caught a flicker of silver fire in her eyes, then it vanished. Lucien had gone still.
Nesta stalked toward the two males. She met Lucien's stare as she approached the archway, and said nothing before continuing into the House. As if words were beyond her.
Only when her footsteps vanished did Lucien say, 'Mother spare you.'
Cassian was already walking to the wooden beam.
A small disc of impact lay in its centre, through the padding, all the way to the wood itself. It glowed. Cassian raised shaking fingers to it.
To the burn mark, still sparking like an ember.
The entire wood block was smouldering from within. He touched his palm to it. The wood was cold as ice.
The block dissolved into a pile of cinders.
Cassian stared in stunned silence, the smoking wood hissing in the rain.
Lucien came up beside him. He only said again, voice solemn, 'Mother spare you all.”
Source: A Court of Silver Flames
“Nesta took a breath. And when I beheld my sister, with her somehow magnified beauty, her ears... When Nesta looked at me...
Rage. Power. Cunning.
Then it was gone, horror and shock crumpling her face, but she didn't pause, didn't halt. She was free- she was loose.
She was on her feet, tripping over her slightly longer, leaner limbs, ripping the gag from her mouth-
Nesta slammed into Lucien, grabbing Elain from his arms, and screamed at him as he fell back, 'Get off her!'
Elain's feet slipped against the floor, but Nesta gripped her upright, running her hands over Elain's face, her shoulders, her hair- 'Elain, Elain, Elain,' she sobbed.
Cassian again stirred- trying to rise, to answer Nesta's voice as she held my sister and cried her name again and again.”
Source: A Court of Mist and Fury
“Nesta was just settling herself at the dining table, stomach gurgling with hunger, when Cassian entered.
Limped in was more like it.
She couldn't stop a near-silent gasp from escaping her as she took in the black eye, the split lip, the bruised jaw.
'What happened?' she demanded.
Cassian shuffle-hopped to his chair and then dropped into it. 'I sparred with Rhys.'
'You look like a tenderised piece of meat.'
'You should see him.' He laughed hoarsely.
'Why did you fight like that?' If it had something to do with her nightmare-
'Rhys needed to get it out of his system.' Cassian sighed at the bowl of roast chicken and rice soup that appeared before him. 'Despite the smooth exterior my brother presents to the world, he needs to let loose every now and then.'
'Your idea of letting loose and mine appear to be very different.”
Source: A Court of Silver Flames
“Nesta was sprawled upon the stones.
I knew that she was different.
From however Elain had been Made... Nesta was different.
Even before she took her first breath, I felt it.
As if the Cauldron in making her... had been forced to give more than it wanted. As if Nesta had fought even after she went under, and had decided that if she was to be dragged into hell, she was taking that Cauldron with her.
As if that finger she'd pointed was now a death-promise to the King of Hybern.”
Source: A Court of Mist and Fury
“Neste momento de crise, a batalha decisiva trava-se dentro da própria humanidade.”
Source: Na batalha contra o coronavírus, faltam líderes à humanidade
“Neste mundo de beleza a realidade se nucleia de acordo com os meus caprichos.”
Source: Caro Jovem Adulto
“Neste país até o futuro é arcaico.”
Source: Barroco Tropical
“Nestes dez contos sobre psicoterapia há poucas discussões explícitas acerca do significado da vida. A busca de significado, muito semelhante à busca de prazer, deve ser conduzida indiretamente. O significado resulta da atividade significativa: quanto mais o procurarmos deliberadamente, menos provável será seu encontro; as perguntas racionais que alguém pode fazer a respeito do significado sempre excederão as respostas. Na terapia, assim como na vida, a presença de significado é um subproduto do vínculo e do comprometimento, e é nesse sentido que os terapeutas devem dirigir seus esforços - não que o vínculo ofereça uma resposta racional às perguntas sobre significados, mas porque faz com que essas perguntas não tenham importância.”
Source: Love's Executioner and Other Tales of Psychotherapy
“Nestled in the cabbage leaves,
bunny's snuggly and sound asleep”
Source: Sleepy Animals
“Nestled... In the dappled Spring sunlight
peeking through oaks, maples, and Tulip poplar
is a country house with pale-yellow siding.
Across a corner of the weathered,
wooden-slatted front porch, a vine lazily
stretches to find a spot in the sun.”
Source: organic
“Nestled into a bed of shiny cream satin lay a heart-shaped pendant on a simple gold chain. The heart itself was created from over a dozen delicate round amethyst stones, while the center held a miniature painted on porcelain. Done in a series of fine, delicate strokes, the artist's rendering depicted a tiny garden, alive with masses of yellow and white hollyhocks.
Right away, they reminded her of the flowers she'd been drawing that long-ago day in Bath. The day of her and Jack's very first kiss.
Her gaze went to his, breath stilled in her chest. "Oh, Jack. It's Sydney Gardens, isn't it?"
"That's right, with those stalky, puff-headed flowers." He gave her a gentle smile. "Do you like it?"
"I love it."
"I chose amethyst, since you said it's your favorite stone. I hope I remembered right?"
"You did. It's so lovely. Thank you. I'll wear it each and every day," she promised. "Your heart tucked against my own."
A peculiar shadow flickered momentarily across his eyes before he reached for the necklace. "Here, let me help you put it on."
"Yes. Please," she said, relieved he'd offered. Her hands were trembling with so much emotion that she doubted she could have managed the task on her own.
Turning slightly, she angled herself so he could place the chain around her neck and fasten the clasp. The slight weight of the gold and stones grew instantly warm against her skin. "There. How does it look?" she asked as she moved to face him again.
"Beautiful," he said.
But when she glanced up, she realized he wasn't looking at the pendant. Instead, he was looking at her.”
Source: Seduced by His Touch
“Nestor beckoned to me and I dismounted with care.I handed the reins to the boy with thanks. I do not wish to see that hard-charging bag of bones again, unless it is in my soup.”
Source: Beka Cooper: The Hunt Records
“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.”
Source: A Court of Silver Flames
“Net - the biggest word in the language of business.”
“Net als in mijn tienertijd zuiver ik de haat in mijn ziel met de diepe, ontroerende klanken van Beethovens Moonlight Sonata. Na het spelen van dit stuk voel ik me rustiger. Meer in balans. Het is de muziek waar ik de pijn uit mijn jeugd in kwijt kan.”
Source: Sonata
“Net jei Dievas geba prisėsti prie kiekvieno laužo, toli gražu nereiškia, kad laimina kiekvieną juose smilkstančią žariją.”
“Net Metering in Maharashtra: How It Works &
Why It Matters
Net metering is one of the biggest reasons rooftop solar has become financially attractive in Mumbai. It allows homeowners, housing societies, commercial buildings, and industries to export excess solar power to the electricity grid and receive credits in return.
How Net Metering Works
When your rooftop solar system generates electricity during the day, your property first consumes that power. If your system produces more electricity than you use, the surplus is automatically sent to the grid through a bidirectional meter. This exported power is recorded and adjusted against the electricity you consume from the grid at night or during low-generation periods.
At the end of the billing cycle, you are charged only for the net units consumed (import minus export). This significantly reduces your electricity bill.”