A Court of Thorns and Roses (A Court of Thorns and Roses, #1)

by Sarah J. Maas

“We need hope, or else we cannot endure.

Despite myself, despite the afternoon, my lips twitched upward. “Is it supposed to be hard?”

'you got into Harvard Law?'

“Because all the monsters have been let out of their cages tonight, no matter what court they belong to. So I may roam wherever I wish until the dawn.”

The puca belongs to the wind and weather and everything that changes.

“I bet you’ll be spitting on Death’s face when she comes to claim you, too.”

But from the neck down, I was a heathen god’s plaything.

“So,” he said wearily, “here we are, with the fate of our immortal world in the hands of an illiterate human.”