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

by Sarah J. Maas

Keep reaching out your hand, Cassian had told her. But what would it matter, she began to wonder, if no one bothered to reach back?

She was nothing before that view, these mountains. As insignificant to any of it as one of the stones that still rattled in her boot. It was a blessed relief, to be nothing and no one.

She had been born wrong. Had been born with claws and fangs and had never been able to keep from using them, never been able to quell the part of her that roared at betrayal, that could hate and love more violently than anyone ever understood.

She couldn’t quell that relentless, churning anger. Couldn’t stop herself from lashing out before she could be wounded.

“Everyone deserves happiness. The road there isn’t easy. It is long, and hard, and often traveled utterly blind. But you keep going.” He nodded to the mountains, the lake. “Because you know the destination will be worthwhile.”