If she captured Tamlin’s power once, who’s to say she can’t do it again? It was the question I hadn’t yet dared voice.He won’t be tricked again so easily, he said, staring up at the ceiling. Her biggest weapon is that she keeps our powers contained. But she can’t access them, not wholly—though she can control us through them. It’s why I’ve never been able to shatter her mind—why she’s not dead already. The moment you break Amarantha’s curse, Tamlin’s wrath will be so great that no force in the world will keep him from splattering her on the walls.A chill went through me.Why do you think I’m doing this? He waved a hand to me.Because you’re a monster.He laughed. True, but I’m also a pragmatist. Working Tamlin into a senseless fury is the best weapon we have against her. Seeing you enter into a fool’s bargain with Amarantha was one thing, but when Tamlin saw my tattoo on your arm … Oh, you should have been born with my abilities, if only to have felt the rage that seeped from him.I didn’t want to think much about his abilities. Who’s to say he won’t splatter you as well?Perhaps he’ll try—but I have a feeling he’ll kill Amarantha first. That’s what it all boils down to, anyway: even your servitude to me can be blamed on her. So he’ll kill her tomorrow and I’ll be free before he can start a fight with me that will reduce our once-sacred mountain to rubble. He picked at his nails. And I have a few other cards to play.I lifted my brows in silent question.Feyre, for Cauldron’s sake. I drug you, but you don’t wonder why I never touch you beyond your waist or arms?Until tonight—until that damned kiss. I gritted my teeth, but even as my anger rose, a picture cleared.It’s the only claim I have to innocence, he said, the only thing that will make Tamlin think twice before entering into a battle with me that would cause a catastrophic loss of innocent life. It’s the only way I can convince him I was on your side. Believe me, I would have liked nothing more than to enjoy you—but there are bigger things at stake than taking a human woman to my bed.I knew, but I still asked, Like what?Like my territory, he said and his eyes held a far-off look that I hadn’t yet seen. Like my remaining people, enslaved to a tyrant queen who can end their lives with a single word. Surely Tamlin expressed similar sentiments to you. He hadn’t—not entirely. He hadn’t been able to, thanks to the curse.Why did Amarantha target you? I dared ask. Why make you her whore?Beyond the obvious? He gestured to his perfect face. When I didn’t smile, he loosed a breath. My father killed Tamlin’s father—and his brothers.I started. Tamlin had never said—never told me the Night Court was responsible for that.It’s a long story and I don’t feel like getting into it, but let’s just say that when she stole our lands out from under us, Amarantha decided that she especially wanted to punish the son of her friend’s murderer—decided that she hated me enough for my father’s deeds that I was to suffer.I might have reached a hand toward him, might have offered my apologies—but every thought had dried up in my head. What Amarantha had done to him …So, he said wearily, here we are, with the fate of our immortal world in the hands of an illiterate human.
Sarah J. Maas
How quiet it is,' Danny said, digging in his knapsack for the canteen full of water he had brought. 'You don’t realize how scary it is, having a whole mountain on top of you, until you’re in the dark as I was in that tunnel, or when you begin hearing the silence.''I didn’t know you could hear silence,' said Irene.'Then just listen.'They sat still and Danny added, 'Put out the flashlights for a minute.'In the dark, they understood what he meant. All the familiar noises of the upper world were gone: the wind, the rustle of branches or leaves, the chirping of birds, the sounds of automobiles and doors slamming and people laughing. There was nothing but the faint tinkle of droplets of water, each drop like a distant musical chime and each one pursued by tiny echoes. Then, after such a note had sounded there would be a long and empty quiet in which they could hear their own breathing and the steady beating of their hearts. They found themselves straining their eyes to see something, anything — the slightest sign of light, but they could not even tell the difference between opening their eyes and shutting them.Irene burst out suddenly, 'Put on the lights!'Danny let out his breath with a whoosh. They all snapped on their lamps and as the welcome light flooded the chamber, he said, 'It’s — it’s like being buried alive.''Don’t let’s try that experiment again,' Irene said, with a shiver. 'I just hope we get out of here before our flashlights give out.
Jay Williams