“What does he look like? The question was soft- tentative. I knew who he meant. I interlaced my fingers through Rhysand's and squeezed tightly. Let me show you. And as we walked through the darkness, toward that distant, still-hidden light,… — Sarah J. Maas Copy Share Image
“You keep only darkness, my distant female, from your regard sometimes the coast of dread emerges.” — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
