“And then Rhysand appeared. He had released the damper on his power, on who he was. His power filled the throne room, the castle, the mountain. The world. It had no end and no beginning. No wings. No weapons. No sign of the warrior. Nothing but the elegant, cruel High Lord the world believed him to be. His hands were in his pockets, his black tunic seeming to gobble up the light. And on his head sat a crown of stars. No sign of the male who had been drinking on the roof; no sign of the fallen prince kneeling on his bed. The full impact of him threatened to sweep me away. Here- here was the most powerful High Lord ever born. The face of dreams and nightmares. Rhys's eyes met mine briefly from across the room as he strolled between the pillars. To the throne that was his by blood and sacrifice and might. My own blood sang at the power that thrummed from him, at the sheer beauty of him.” PowerfulPowerSarah J MaasFeyreFeyre ArcheronRhysandRhysA Court Of Mist And FuryHigh LordHigh Lord Of The Night Court Book:A Court of Mist and Fury Source: A Court of Mist and Fury
“I felt it. Felt- him. The very rock beneath my feet seemed to tremble- a pulsing steady beat. His footsteps. As if the mountain shuddered at each touch. Everyone in that room went still as death. As if petrified that their very breathing would draw the attention of the predator now strolling toward us.” Sarah J MaasFeyreFeyre ArcheronRhysandRhysA Court Of Mist And FuryHigh LordThe Night CourtThe Court Of NightmaresHigh Lord Of The Night Court Book:A Court of Mist and Fury Source: A Court of Mist and Fury