Helion Quotes

“He grinned at Azriel. 'You handing Eris's ass to him will be my new fantasy at night, by the way.'

Azriel didn't so much as bother to look over his shoulder at the High Lord. But Cassian snorted. 'I was wondering when the come-ons would begin.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Wings and Ruin

“Helion threw himself onto the couch across from Cassian and Mor. He'd ditched that radiant crown somewhere, but kept that gold armband of the upright serpent. 'It's been what- four centuries now, and you three still haven't accepted my offer.'

Mor lolled her head to the side. 'I don't like to share, unfortunately.'

'You never know until you try,' Helion purred.

The three of them in bed... with him? I must have been blinking like a fool because Rhys said to me, Helion favours both males and females. Usually together in his bed. And has been hounding after that trio for centuries.

I considered- Helion's beauty and the others... Why the hell haven't they said yes?”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Wings and Ruin

“I saw him assess the field ahead- and transform.

The talons came first. Replacing fingers and feet. Then dark scales or perhaps feathers, I couldn't get a look at them, covered his legs, his arms, his chest. His body contorted, bones and muscles growing and shifting.

The beast form Rhys had kept hidden. Never liked to unleash.

Unless it was dire enough to do so.

Before the Cauldron swept me away, I beheld what happened to his head, his face.

It was a thing of nightmares. Nothing human or Fae in it. It was a creature that lived in black pits and only emerged at night to hunt and feast. That face... it was those creatures that had been carved into the rock of the Court of Nightmares. That made up his throne. The throne not only a representation of his power... but of what lurked within. And with the wings...

Hybern soldiers began fleeing.

Helion beheld what happened and ran, too- but towards Rhys.

Shifting as well.

If Rhys was a flying terror crafted from shadows and cold moonlight, Helion was his daytime equivalent.

Gold feathers and shredding claws and feathered wings-

Together, my mate and the High Lord of Day unleashed themselves upon Hybern.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Wings and Ruin

“Helion, High Lord of the Day Court, arrived at the Hewn City the next afternoon on a flying horse.

He'd wanted to enter the dark city in a golden chariot led by four snow-white horses with manes of golden fire, Rhys had told Cassian, but Rhys had forbidden the chariot and horses, and let Helion know that he could winnow in or not come at all.

Hence the pegasus. Helion's idea of a compromise.

Cassian had heard the rumours of Helion's rage pegasuses. Myth claimed his prized stallion had flown so high the sun had scorched him black, but beholding the beast now... Well, Cassian might have been envious, if he didn't have wings himself.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A ​Court of Silver Flames

“What are you thinking about?' Helion drawled as they approached a shut wooden door.

Cassian straightened. He hadn't realised his thoughts had dragged such a scent from him. He grinned. 'Your mother.'

Helion chuckled. 'I always forget how much I like you.'

'Happy to remind you.' Cassian winked.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A ​Court of Silver Flames

“I'm not in the business of discussing our plans with enemies.'

Helion, across the reflection pool, grinned like a lion.

'No,' Tamlin said with equal ease, 'you're just in the business of fucking them.'

Every thought and sound eddied out of my head.

Cassian, Azriel, and Mor were as still as death- their fury rippling off them in silent waves. But whether Tamlin noticed or cared that three of the deadliest people in this room were currently contemplating his demise, he didn't let on.

Rhys shrugged, smiling faintly. 'Seems a far less destructive alternative to war.'

'And yet here you are, having started it in the first place.'

Rhys's blink was the only sign of his confusion.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Wings and Ruin

“Helion braced a hand on the door frame and grinned. 'How'd you convince Thesan to give you the better view?'

'He finds my males to be prettier than yours, I think.'

'I think it's a wing fetish.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Wings and Ruin

“You and pretty Tarquin had a moment today. Do you truly think he'll join us?'

'If you mean in bed, definitely not,' Rhys said with a wry smile as he again sprawled on his spread of cushions. 'But if you mean in this war... Yes, I believe he means to fight.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Wings and Ruin

“Cassian strutted in at last, greeting Mor with a chipper, 'You look terrible- Helion keep you up all night?'

She threw her spoon at him. Then her porridge.

Cassian caught the first and shielded against the other, his Siphon blazing like an awakening ember. Porridge slid to the floor.

'Helion wanted you to join,' she mildly replied, refilling her tea. 'Quite badly.'

'Maybe next time,' Cassian said.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Wings and Ruin

“Stay, I begged. Stay.

Light glowed beyond my shut eyelids.

Stay.

And in that silence... I began to tell him.

About that first night I'd seen him. When I'd heard that voice beckoning me to the hills. When I couldn't resist its summons, and now... now I wondered if I had heard him calling for me on Calanmai. If it had been his voice that brought me there that night.

I told him how I had fallen in love with him- every glance and passed note and croak of laughter he coaxed from me. I told him of everything we'd done, and what it had meant to me, and all that I still wanted to do. All the life still left before us.

And in return... a thud sounded.

I opened my eyes. Another thud.

And this his chest rose, lifting my head with it.

I couldn't move, couldn't breathe-

A hand brushed my back.

Then Rhys groaned. 'If we're all here, either things went very, very wrong or very right.'

Cassian's broken laugh cracked out of him.

I couldn't lift my head, couldn't do anything but hold him, savouring every heartbeat and breath and the rumble of his voice as Rhys rasped, 'You lot will be pleased to know... My power remains my own. No thieving here.'

'You do know how to make an entrance,' Helion drawled. 'Or should I say exit?'

'You're horrible,' Viviane snapped. 'That's not even remotely funny-'

I didn't hear what else they said. Rhys sat up, lifting me off him. He brushed away the hair clinging to my damp cheeks.

'Stay with the High Lord,' he murmured.

I hadn't believed it- until I looked into that face. Those star-flecked eyes.

Hadn't let myself believe it wasn't anything but some delusion-

'It's real,' he said, kissing my brow.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Wings and Ruin

“Considering that Nesta brushed off Helion's smouldering advances during the war, he might not be so inclined to help her.'

'He'll help,' Rhys said, stars shimmering in his gaze. 'If only for another shot at her.'

Nesta 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 to see, brother, Rhys said without turning Cassian's way.

Cassian only shrugged. He was past caring.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A ​Court of Silver Flames

“Where's my beautiful Mor?'

Az said tightly, 'Away.'

'Pity. She's far nicer to look at than either of you.'

Cassian rolled his eyes.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A ​Court of Silver Flames