A Court of Silver Flames (A Court of Thorns and Roses, #4)

by Sarah J. Maas

Hot temper poured in. “You’re an arrogant bastard.” “And you’re a haughty witch. We’re evenly matched.”

I love them omg

And then her lips curved upward, a queen triumphant.

Oh she a bad bitch

No one had any obligation to include her at all. Or the desire to, apparently.

My shayla

“Like calls to like,” Feyre repeated.

Girl think of something else to saY

I want to experience all of it, live through all of it. With them. That wise, soft voice whispered, So live, Nesta Archeron.

The temple was already being bedecked with flowers of every variety, enchanted against wilting, as well as silks and lace and candles and garlands—all of it paid for by Rhys, who could not stop buying her presents.

So cute