“The last time he’d been this close to her, he’d been on a job. Although she’d captured his attention and held it at that time, he hadn’t allowed himself to give much thought to his budding fascination with her then. He could now. Too bad bracing himself wasn’t enough. The full force of the impact on him up close and personal was— damn, he felt like he’d been shot in the gut at point-blank range. n.” Azriel Book:Vengeance Source: Vengeance
“You are mine, now and forever— mine. I will provide for you. You want clothes— I will buy them. When I choose to. I prefer you naked, so you will be naked.” That hot gaze swept her, licking fire all across her skin. “No one would dare to harm you. Yes, there are people looking for you, but you are never, ever unprotected. We will leave when it’s time to do so. Not before. And Michelene, I keep what is mine. No one dares take what belongs to me. Do you understand?” Nothing could keep the smile off her face now. That was exactly what she wanted to hear. “Yes. Thank you.” Azriel Book:Vengeance Source: Vengeance
“Did you really believe I would ever allow a sick fuck like you to take what is mine?” the devil asked softly. And Azriel was the devil. Satan incarnate looked him in the eyes. “Did you think you could just walk into my house and take my woman from right under my nose?” CRACK! A mighty fist slammed into his right eye. He hadn’t even seen Seth move. The eye closed, the pain throbbing hard, going all the way to his brain. CRACK!” Azriel Book:Vengeance Source: Vengeance
“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.' I only saw the darkness of that dungeon cell; the darkness of the Bone Carver's lair. Cassian swore, but Azriel murmured a soft challenge that had their blades striking again. 'Open your eyes,' I did. And found darkness all around me. Not from me- but from Rhys. As if the sparring ring had been wiped away, as if the world had yet to begin. Quiet. Soft. Peaceful. Lights began twinkling- little stars, blooming irises of blue and purple and white. I reached out a hand toward one, and starlight danced on my fingertips. Far away, in another world perhaps, Azriel and Cassian sparred in the dark, no doubt using it as a training exercise. I shifted the star between my fingers like a coin on the hand of a magician. Here in the soothing, sparkling dark, a steady breath filled my lungs. I couldn't remember the last time I'd done such a thing. Breathed easily. Then the darkness splintered and vanished, swifter than smoke on wind. I found myself blinking back the blinding sun, arm still out, Rhysand still before me. Still without a shirt.” DarknessSarah J MaasFeyreFeyre ArcheronRhysandRhysA Court Of Mist And FuryCassianAzrielStarlight Book:A Court of Mist and Fury Source: A Court of Mist and Fury
“Females and males watched Rhysand throughout the hall—and the shadowsinger and I made a game of betting on who, exactly, would work up the nerve to invite the High Lord home.” FriendshipFeyreAzriel Book:A Court of Mist and Fury Source: A Court of Mist and Fury