A ​Court of Silver Flames (A Court of Thorns and Roses, #4)

by Sarah J. Maas

Him. She would do it again, if forced to. And knowing that … She couldn’t bear that truth, either.

beautiful and lethal and precise,

Azriel was nothing short of beautiful. Even with those scarred hands and the shadows that flowed from him like smoke, she’d always found him to be the prettiest of the three males who called themselves brothers.

You’re right to hide your children from me, she wanted to say. I am the monster you fear.

“I wanted you to know that. That we don’t—that I don’t hate you.” She weighed whatever the hell lay in his stare. Likely more than was wise to let her see. But she said quietly, “And I have never hated you, Cassian.”

Whether there is merely one existence, our existence, or if it might be possible for worlds to overlap, occupying the same space but separated by time and a whole bunch of other things I can’t even begin to explain to you because I barely understand them myself.”

Nesta's powers?

“The first time I saw that look on your face, you were still human. Still human, and I nearly went to my knees before you.”

conflagration

“Tell anyone you saw us, High Lord, and I’ll rip your head from your body, too.”