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

by Sarah J. Maas

“It’s a time of rest, too. And a time to reflect on the darkness—how it lets the light shine.”

Especially here, where change was slower than the melting glaciers scattered amongst these mountains. Traditions going back thousands of years, left mostly unchallenged. Until us. Until now.

Cassian shouldered his way out of the shop and into the freezing day, the bell tinkling in his wake. A herald of the storm to come. Not just the storm that was barreling toward these mountains. But perhaps one that had been brewing here for a long, long time.

Nesta waited, too. Still as an animal. Still as death. I’d once wondered if that was her power. Her curse, granted by the Cauldron.

“It is hard,” the weaver said, her stare never leaving mine, “and it hurts, but if I were to stop, if I were to let this loom or the spindle go silent …” She broke my gaze at last to look to her tapestry. “Then there would be no Hope shining in the Void.”

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

decided to hell with waiting. Putting life off didn’t make a lick of sense. I knew what I wanted. There was no reason to delay.

I heard the Suriel’s voice. Feyre Archeron, a request. Leave this world a better place than how you found it.

To the stars who listen, Feyre. I brushed a hand over his cheek to wipe away the last of his tears, his skin warm and soft, and we turned down the street that would lead us home. Toward our future—and all that waited within it. To the dreams that are answered, Rhys.