The Morrigan Quotes

“When you're in the middle of a killing field and the fucking Chooser of the Slain tells you to do something, you do it.”
― Kevin Hearne, Hounded

“What do you know? She liked to be told she was scary. Kinky.”
― Kevin Hearne, Hounded

“Am I not a fearsome enemy?"

"You frighten me primally.”
― Kevin Hearne, Hounded

“Just be patient. It'll sort itself out. It always does.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Frost and Starlight

“The king rose. 'What a mighty queen you are,' he breathed.

And Mor backed away. Step by step.

'What a prize,' the king said, that black gaze devouring her.

Azriel's head lifted from where he was sprawled in his own blood, eyes full of rage and pain as he snarled at the king, 'Don't you touch her.'

Mor looked at Azriel- and there was real fear there. Fear- and something else. She didn't stop moving until she again kneeled beside him and pressed a hand to his wound. Azriel hissed- but covered her bloody fingers with his own.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury

“Get that pitying look off your face,' Eris snarled softly. 'I know what sort of creature my father is. I don't need your sympathy.'

Cassian again studied him. 'Why did you leave Mor in the woods that day?' It was the question that would always remain. 'Was it just to impress your father?'

Eris barked a laugh, harsh and empty. 'Why does it still matter to all of you so much?'

'Because she's my sister, and I love her.'

'I didn't realise Illyrians were in the habit of fucking their sisters.'

Cassian growled. 'It still matters,' he ground out, 'because it doesn't add up. You know what a monster your father is and want to usurp him; you act against him in the best interests of not only the Autumn Court but also all of the faerie lands; you risk your life to ally with us... and yet you left her in the woods. Is it guilt that motivates all of this? Because you left her to suffer and die?'

Golden flame simmered in Eris's gaze. 'I didn't realise I'd be facing another interrogation so soon.'

'Give me a damn answer.'

Eris crossed his arms, then winced. As if whatever injuries lay beneath his immaculate clothes ached. 'You're not the person I want to explain myself to.'

'I doubt Mor will want to listen.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A ​Court of Silver Flames

“You told me about the time with Cassian, but did you and Azriel ever...?'

A sharp laugh. 'No. Azriel? After that time with Cassian, I swore off any of Rhys's friends. Azriel's got no shortage of lovers, though, don't worry. He's better at keeping them secret than we are, but... he has them.'

'So if he were ever interested would you...?'


The issue, actually, wouldn't be me. It'd be him. I could peel off my clothes right in front of him and he wouldn't move an inch. He might have defied and proved those Illyrian pricks wrong at every turn, but it won't matter if Rhys makes him Prince of Velaris- he'll see himself as a bastard-born nobody, and not good enough for anyone. Especially me.'

'But... are you interested?'

'Why are you asking me such things?' Her voice became tight, sharp. More wary than I'd ever heard.

'I'm still trying to figure out how you all work together.'

A snort, that wariness gone. I tried not to look too relieved. 'We have five centuries of tangled history for you to sort through. Good luck.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury

“Paint Azriel's . Next to mine. And Cassian's next to Amren's.'

I lifted my brows.

Mor gave me an innocent smile. 'So we can all watch over you.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury

“It will be- very dangerous.'

A half smile curved Lucien's mouth. 'Good. It'd be boring otherwise.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Wings and Ruin

“We're all broken,' Mor said. 'In our own ways- in places no one might see.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Wings and Ruin

“You should talk to him, though. Make him stew over it, of course, but... hear him out.' She didn't look at me as she spoke. 'Rhys always has his reasons, and he might be arrogant as hell, but he's usually right about his instincts. He makes mistakes, but... You should hear him out.'

I'd already decided that I would.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury

“Cassian, I think, would also savour the opportunity to shred their entire court to pieces. Starting with my parents. Maybe I'll let him do it one year as a present. Him and Azriel both. It'd make a perfect solstice gift.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury

“Mor said quietly, 'Is it so bad- to be his mate? To be a part of our court, our family, tangled history and all?'

I blended the paint in the small dish, the colours swirling together like so many entwined lives. 'No,' I breathed. 'No, it's not.'

I had my answer.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury

“It's so much harder,' she said, groaning as she chucked the rest of the blanket into my lap and rose to her feet. 'When enemies turn into friends. And the opposite, I suppose. What didn't I see? What I overlook or dismiss? It always makes me reassess myself more than them.'

'Another joy of war?'

She snorted, heading for the tent flaps. 'No- of life.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Wings and Ruin

“Do you understand what it means when you imply you don't trust us to help you? To respect your wishes if you want to do something alone? When you lie to us?'

'You want to talk about lying?' I didn't even know what came out of my mouth. I wished I'd killed Ianthe myself, if only to get rid of the rage that writhed along my bones. 'How about the fact that you lie to yourself and all of us every single day?'

She went still, but didn't loosen her hold on my arm. 'You don't know what you're talking about.'

'Why haven't you ever made a move for Azriel, Mor? Why did you invite Helion to your bed? You clearly found no pleasure in it- I saw the way you looked the next day. So before you accuse me of being a liar, I'd suggest you look long and hard at yourself-'

'That's enough.'

'Is it? Don't like someone pushing you about it? About your choices? Well, neither do I.'

Mor dropped my arm. 'Get out.'

'Fine.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Wings and Ruin

“Mor rubbed her face. 'You were right about me, though. You were...' Her hand shook as she lowered it. She gnawed on her lip, throat bobbing. Her eyes at last met mine- bright and fearful and anguished. Her voice broke as she said, 'I don't love Azriel.'

I remained perfectly still. Listening.

'No, that's not true, either. I- I do love him. As my family. And sometimes I wonder if it can be... more, but... I do not love him. Not the way he- he feels for me.' The last words were a trembling whisper.

'Have you ever loved him? That way?'

'No.' She wrapped her arms around herself. 'No, I don't... You see...' I'd never seen her at such a loss for words. She closed her eyes, fingers digging into her skin. 'I can't love him like that.'

'Why?'

'Because I prefer females.'

For a heartbeat, only silence rippled through me. 'But- you sleep with males. You slept with Helion...' And had looked terrible the next day. Tortured and not sated.

Not just because of Azriel, but... because it wasn't what she wanted.

'I do find pleasure in them. In both.' Her hands were shaking so fiercely that she gripped herself even tighter. 'But I've known, since I was little more than a child, that I prefer females. That I'm... attracted to them more over males. That I connect with them, care for them more on that soul-deep level But at the Hewn City... All they care about is breeding their bloodlines, making alliances through marriage. Someone like me... If I were to marry where my heart desired, there would be no offspring. My father's bloodline would have ended with me. I knew it- knew that I could never tell them. Ever. People like me... we're reviled by them. Considered selfish, for not being able to pass on the bloodline. So I never breathed a word of it. And then... then my father betrothed me to Eris, and... And it wasn't just the prospect of marriage to him that scared me. No, I knew I could survive his brutality, his cruelty and coldness. I was- I am stronger than him. It was... It was the idea of being bred like a prize mare, of being forced to give up that one part of me...' Her mouth wobbled, and I reached for her hand, prying it off her arm. I squeezed gently as tears began sliding down her flushed face.

'I slept with Cassian because I knew it would mean little to him, too. Because I knew doing it would buy me a shot at freedom. If I had told my parents that I preferred females... You've met my father. He and Beron would have tied me to that marriage bed for Eris. Literally. But sullied... I knew my shot at freedom lay there. And I saw how Azriel looked at me... knew how he felt. And if I'd chosen him...' She shook her head. 'It wouldn't have been fair to him. So I slept with Cassian, and Azriel though I deemed him unsuitable, and then everything happened and...' Her fingers tightened on mine. 'After Azriel found me with that note nailed to my womb... I tried to explain. But he started to confess what he felt, and I panicked, and... and to get him to stop, to keep him from saying he loved me, I just turned and left, and... and I couldn't face explaining it after that. To Az, to the others.'

She loosed a shuddering breath. 'I sleep with males in part because I enjoy it, but... also to keep people from looking too closely.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Wings and Ruin

“But this part of me...' Mor wiped at her tears with her free hand. 'It didn't matter as much, when my family disowned me. When they called me a whore and a piece of trash. When they hurt me. Because those things... they weren't part of me. Weren't true, and weren't... intrinsic. They couldn't break me because... because they never touched that innermost part of me. They never even guessed. But I hid it... I've hidden it because...' She tilted back her head, looking skyward. 'Because I live in terror of my family finding out- and shaming me, hurting me about this one thing that has remained wholly mine. This one part of me. I won't let them... won't let them destroy it. Or try to.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Wings and Ruin

“Her name was Andromache. And she was... so beautiful. And kind. And I loved her... so much.'

Human. Andromache had been human. My eyes burned.

'But she was human. And a queen- who needed to continue her royal line, especially during such a tumultuous time. So I left- went home after the last battle. And when I realised what a mistake it was, that I didn't care if I only had sixty more years with her... The wall went up that day.' A small sob came out of her.

'And I could not... I was not allowed or able to cross it. I tried. For three years, I tried over and over. And by the time I managed to find a hole to cross... She had married. A man. And had an infant daughter- with another on the way. I didn't set foot inside her castle. Didn't even try to see her. I just turned around and went home.'

'I'm so sorry,' I breathed, my voice breaking.

'She bore five children. And died an old woman, safe in her bed. And I saw her spirit again- in that golden queen. Her descendent.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Wings and Ruin

“And the male lovers I took... it became a way to keep Azriel from wondering why- why I wouldn't notice him. Make that move. You see- you see how marvellous he is. How special. But if I slept with him, even once, just to try it, to make sure... I think after all this time, he'd think it was a culmination- a happy ending. And... I think it might shatter him if I revealed afterward that... I'm not sure I can give my entire heart to him that way. And... and I love him enough to want him to find someone who can truly love him like he deserves. And I love myself... I love myself enough to not want to settle until I find that person, too.' A shrug. 'If I can even work up the courage to tell the world first. My gift is truth- and yet I have been living a lie my entire existence.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Wings and Ruin

“You could honestly get Cassian a new knife and he'd kiss you for it. But Az would probably prefer no presents at all, just to avoid the attention while opening it.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Wings and Ruin

“Just so you're aware,' Mor chirped from the other side, 'We do have to go soon.'
...
'We have thirty minutes,' he said with remarkable smoothness.

'And it takes you two hours to get dressed,' Mor quipped through the door. A sly pause. 'And I'm not talking about Feyre.'
...
'Go terrorise someone else,' he called to Mor, rolling his neck as his wings vanished and he stalked for the bathing room. 'I need to primp.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Frost and Starlight

“Warm, buttery sunlight through the leaves, setting them glowing like rubies and citrines. The damp, earthen scent of rotting things beneath the leaves and roots she lay upon. Had been thrown and left upon.

Everything hurt. Everything. She couldn't move. Couldn't do anything but watch the sun drift through the rich canopy far overhead, listen to the wind between the silvery trunks.

And the centre of that pain, radiating outward like living fire with each uneven, rasping breath...

Light, steady steps crunched on the leaves. Six sets. A border guard, a patrol.

Help. Someone to help-

A male voice, foreign and deep, swore. Then went silent.

Went silent as a single pair of steps approached. She couldn't turn her head, couldn't bear the agony. Could do nothing but inhale each wet, shuddering breath.

'Don't touch her.'

Those steps stopped.

It was not a warning to protect her. Defend her.

She knew the voice that spoke. Had dreaded hearing it.

She felt him approach now. Felt each reverberation in the leaves, the moss, the roots. As if the very land shuddered before him.

'No one touches her,' he said. Eris. 'The moment we do, she's our responsibility.'

Cold, unfeeling words.

'But- but they nailed a-'

'No one touches her.'

Nailed.

They had spiked nails into her.

Had pinned her down as she screamed, pinned her down as she roared at them, then begged them. And then they had taken out those long, brutal iron nails. And the hammer.

Three of them.

Three strikes of the hammer, drowned out by her screaming, by the pain.

She began shaking, hating it as much as she'd hated the begging. Her body bellowed in agony, those nails in her abdomen relentless.

A pale, beautiful face appeared above her, blocking out the jewel-like leaves above. Unmoved. Impassive. 'I take it you do not wish to live here, Morrigan.'

She would rather die here, bleed out here. She would rather die and return- return as something wicked and cruel, and shred them all apart.

He must have read it in her eyes. A small smile curved her lips. 'I thought so.'

Eris straightened, turning. Her fingers curled in the leaves and loamy soil.

She wished she could grow claws- grow claws as Rhys could- and rip out that pale throat. But that was not her gift. Her gift... her gift had left her here. Broken and bleeding.

Eris took a step away.

Someone behind him blurted, 'We can't just leave her to-'

'We can, and we will,' Eris said simply, his pace unfaltering as he strode away. 'She chose to sully herself; her family chose to deal with her like garbage. I have already told them my decision in this matter.' A long pause, crueller than the rest. 'And I am not in the habit of fucking Illyrian leftovers.'

She couldn't stop it, then. The tears that slid out, hot and burning.

Alone. They would leave her alone here. Her friends did not know where she had gone. She barely knew where she was.

'But-' That dissenting voice cut in again.

'Move out.'

There was no dissension after that.

And when their steps faded away, then vanished, the silence returned.

The sun and the wind and the leaves.

The blood and the iron and the soil beneath her nails.

The pain.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Frost and Starlight

“What did you get Feyre?'

I slid my hands into my pockets. 'This and that.'

'So, nothing.'

I dragged a hand through my hair. 'Nothing. Any ideas?”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Frost and Starlight

“I'm not afraid of them.'

'I know you're not.'

'I just- being near them, together...' She shoved her hands into her pockets. 'It's probably what it feels like for you to be around Tamlin.'

'If it's any consolation, cousin, I behaved rather poorly the other day.'

'Is he dead?'

'No.'

'Then I'd say you controlled yourself admirably.'

I laughed. 'Bloodthirsty of you, Mor.'

She shrugged, again watching the river. 'He deserves it.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Frost and Starlight

“Does he win if I go?' A quiet, tentative question.

'You have to decide that for yourself.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Frost and Starlight

“She hadn't wanted to take his joy away from him. Any more than she already did.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Frost and Starlight

“Congratulations on your promotion.' She shook her head. 'Cassian the courtier. I never thought I'd see the day.

Feyre snickered. But Nesta's eyes slid to him, surprised. He said to her, if only to beat her to it, 'Still a bastard-born nobody, don't worry.'

Nesta's lips thinned.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A ​Court of Silver Flames

“She didn't possess Rhys's skill set, but having survived in the Court of Nightmares, she'd learned to read the subtlest of expressions. A mere blink, she'd once told him, might mean the difference between life and death in that miserable court. 'She's settled, then?'

Cassian knew who she meant. 'Taking a nap.'

Mor snorted.

'Don't.' His attention drifting to the glittering Sidra mere feet away. 'Please don't.'

Mor sipped her tea, the portrait of elegant innocence. 'We'd be better off throwing Nesta into the Court of NIghtmares. She'd thrive there.'

Cassian clenched his jaw, both at the insult and the truth. 'That's exactly the sort of existence we're trying to steer her away from.'

Mor assessed him with a bob of her thick lashes. 'It pains you seeing her like this.'

'All of it pains me.' He and Mor had always had this kind of relationship: truth at all costs, however harsh. Ever since that first and only time they'd slept together, when he'd learned too late that she'd hidden from him the terrible repercussions. When he'd seen her broken body and known that even if she'd lied to him, he'd still played a part.

Cassian blew out a breath, shaking away the blood-soaked memory still staining his mind five centuries later. 'It pains me that Nesta has become... this. It pains me that she and Feyre are always at each other's throats. It pains me that Feyre hurts over it, and I know Nesta does, too. It pains me that...' He drummed his fingers on the table, then sipped from his water. 'I really don't want to talk about it.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A ​Court of Silver Flames

“It's just Mor, you know. Amren is the only person in this court who calls me Morrigan, and that's because she's a cranky old bastard.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A ​Court of Silver Flames

“Make him crawl, Mor had said. And she would.

But first she would dance.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A ​Court of Silver Flames