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“Feyre Archeron,' the Suriel said again, gazing at the leafy canopy, the sky peeking through it. A painful inhale. 'A request.'
I leaned close. 'Anything.'
Another rattling breath. 'Leave this world...a better place than how you found it.'
And as its chest rose and stopped altogether, as its breath escaped in one last sigh, I understood why the Suriel had come to help me, again and again. Not just for kindness...but because it was a dreamer.
And it was the heart of a dreamer that ceased beating inside that monstrous chest.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Wings and Ruin