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

by Sarah J. Maas

The cold of hell—true hell, she realized as she bucked against the strong hands trying to shove her into that Cauldron.

It was a kiss of venom, a death so permanent that every inch of her roared in defiance.

In the beginning And in the end There was Darkness And nothing more

Immortality was not a serene youth. It was fire.

Wrapped in black eternity, Nesta and the Cauldron twined, burning through the darkness like a newborn star.

He’d never understood, though, why Nesta insisted on dwelling here.

Its a comfort thing honestly

He didn’t dare consider why the sound of those footsteps sent his body falling into it.

Cold and sharp, like a winter morning in the mountains. No joy, no laughter,

His own instincts surged to meet her defiance, to push and push and discover what might happen.

Sex, music, and drink, she’d learned this past year—all of it helped. Not entirely, but it kept the power from boiling over.

Perhaps something to do with the fact that Nesta had signed last night’s outrageous tab at the tavern to her sister’s bank account.

Definitely Something to do with that

I loved you from the first moment I held you in my arms, her father had said to her in those last moments together.

“If I can smell a few different males in here, then surely your companions can, too.”

Feyre and Rhys had managed to make this place seem cozy, welcoming.

Not really shocking babe

There were none of Nesta, naturally.

:( i know why but that is still so sad

That was how it had been, after all: Elain and Feyre doted on by their father. Nesta prized and trained by their mother.

but while Amren’s had revealed itself to be light and heat, Nesta knew that her silver flame came from a colder, darker place. A place that was old—and yet wholly new.

She could have sworn something like pain had etched itself across his face.

“That what is your fault?” Nesta hissed. “You,” Cassian said. “This bullshit behavior.”

Its like shes stuck in the depths of her trauma *shocker*

For once, Cassian wasn’t grinning. “You’re coming with me,” he said. “To train.”

Ugh I HATE THIS PARTT

so strong they even masked her scent.

Nesta said. “And I’m not training at that miserable village. Certainly not with him.”

Did Nesta notice the faint glimmer of worry in Amren’s smoky eyes—understand

That they’d have a home that no one could ever take from them. Until Amarantha.

As if he’d had it waiting a long, long while.

:I idk i dont like that hes been plotting to shut her away, like if the problem is outta sight then outta mind type thing

“Elain agreed to this hours ago. She’s currently packing your things. They’ll be waiting for you when you arrive.”

They’d all been discussing her, deeming her unfit and unchecked, and—

And this is WHY i dislike being perceived

but you didn’t even try.” Perhaps you can find it in yourself to try a little harder this year.

but she didn’t know where she belonged in this world, either.

See i feel like both povs are valid atp in the story, i dont agree nor would i do these things to a family member, but they just wanted to help and this is the only way they know how

“Thank you so much for taking time out of your homemaking and shopping to remember me.” “I built a room in this house for you. I asked you to help me decorate it. You told me to piss off.”

where none of them seemed remotely as decimated as she’d been by the war.

As if things had been so miserable with the Archeron family that Feyre had needed to find another one.

If my sister cannot be controlled, then why should we have the right to rule over anyone else?” “I am not a thing to be controlled by you,”

I feel like there could have been better wording for this

One of the few choices she’d made for herself, stripped away.

Then she’d let herself fall. Straight into this silent pit.

and in its center, a massive, working model of their world, the stars and planets around it, and some other fancy things that had been explained to Cassian once before he deemed them boring and proceeded to ignore them completely.

Az, of course, had been fascinated.

Hm

Cassian prayed that the gods

I thought yall didnt have gods :^

Rhys said, “Be on your guard.” “You sound like you’re afraid of her.” “I am.”

But sometimes, Cassian saw that mating ring, and the portrait behind the desk, and this house, and just … wanted.

You do a pretty shitty job at showing it cass

“I’m your general. Isn’t that enough?” “Is it enough for you?” Yes, he almost said. But found himself hesitating.

But they both knew Azriel would sooner disband and destroy Illyria than help it.

Nesta leveled a bored, icy look at Mor. Mor just beamed at her in return.

“Still a bastard-born nobody, don’t worry.” Nesta’s lips thinned.

she’d discovered those smutty books, as Cassian called them. She’d devoured a few dozen of them during those weeks she’d first been here, desperate for any lifeline to keep her from falling apart,

Me too girl

Until she’d realized that everyone she cared for would be used to hurt her, break her, trap her.

“He says he’d rather stay up here than at the river house.” That made two of them.

“I’m not training at that horrible place.” She’d hated Windhaven from the first time she’d seen it, cold and bleak and full of humorless, harsh-faced people.

He’d likely have that preening Morrigan dump her over the border like so much baggage.

Knowing her story, i doubt it

“We’d be better off throwing Nesta into the Court of Nightmares. She’d thrive there.”

I HATEEEEEE this line so much