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

by Sarah J. Maas

High Lady of the Night Court, Defender of the Rainbow and the … Desk.

“She’s turning twenty-one. Twenty-one, Cassian.” “So? Your mother was eighteen to your father’s nine hundred.”

You paid the debt before it was ever a debt.”

Or at least loved in the way that Amren was capable of loving anything.

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.

“Lucien claimed you would come,” Tamlin said by way of greeting, voice as flat and lifeless as his eyes, a hand still braced on the door. “Funny, I thought his mate was the seer.”

“To the blessed darkness from which we are born, and to which we return.”

“Because you’re the foundation, the one who lifts us. You always have been.”

didn’t fail to note that when Elain turned again to the liquor cabinet, she poured a finger of amber-colored liquor into a glass and knocked back the contents with a grimace before facing Nesta again.