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

by Sarah J. Maas

To the readers who look up at the stars and wish

“What sort of things do you paint?” My question was soft as the snow falling past us. Ressina smiled slightly. “The things that need telling.”

“You were born on the longest night of the year.” His fingers again stroked down my back. Lower. “You were meant to be at my side from the very beginning.”

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.

He’d seen that fire before—and the steel. He half wondered what might happen if the two of them ever met. What might come of it.

Bright as the full moon, lovelier than any star.

❤️👆🏻

It’s bad form to be at attention while in the birchin.

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

I didn’t know that there was a place, a world, where artists might be valued. Taken care of. I’d never dreamed of such a thing.

My life is happy, and I will never stop being grateful that you are in it.

“I will never stop being grateful to have you in my life, either, Feyre darling. And no matter what lies ahead”—