A Court of Frost and Starlight (A Court of Thorns and Roses, #3.5)

by Sarah J. Maas

shredded into ribbons.

Here we go again

Cassian had named about two dozen poses for Nesta at this point. Ranging from I Will Eat Your Eyes for Breakfast to I Don’t Want Cassian to Know I’m Reading Smut. The latter was his particular favorite.

Cassian curved a wing around me, turning us toward the cellar door. “How many good bottles does little Rhysie have left?”

“Dangerous words, Rhysand,” Amren warned, strutting through the door, nearly swallowed up by the enormous white fur coat she wore. Only her chin-length dark hair and solid silver eyes were visible above the collar. She looked— “You look like an angry snowball,” Cassian said. I clamped my lips together to keep the laugh

A queen without a throne. That was what I’d call the painting that swept into my mind.

Nesta fell into step beside him, huffing as she kept up with his long strides. “I don’t want anything from you.” He made himself arch an eyebrow. “You sure about that, sweetheart?”

I have no regrets in my life, but this. That we did not have time.

The painting shone before me: Night Triumphant—and the Stars Eternal.