A Court of Mist and Fury (A Court of Thorns and Roses, #2)

by Sarah J. Maas

I felt Cassian’s spirit beside me in that moment, and could have sworn I heard him say, ‘If you don’t marry her, you stupid prick, I will.’ ”

Even if every assassin in the world hunts us … It’s worth it. You are worth it.”

“Cruel, beautiful thing.” I snorted. The idea that he found me beautiful at all— “You are,” he said. “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. I thought that from the first moment I saw you on Calanmai.”

“Which is good,” he added, “because you thought I was the most beautiful male you’d ever seen. So it makes us even.”

“Well, at least now I can gloat that I literally make my mate glow with happiness.”

But I would glow—for him, I’d glow. For my own future, I’d glow.

And since I have every intention of making you as happy as a person can be … I have a feeling we’ll need to learn to control that wondrous glow.”

“You have no idea how many things I’ve thought up when it comes to you.”

“You are not expected to bear me anything,”

But I don’t want you to have them unless you want to—unless we both want to.

“I want to live first,” I said. “With you. I want to see things and have adventures. I want to learn what it is to be immortal, to be your mate, to be part of your family. I want to be … ready for them. And I selfishly want to have you all to myself for a while.”

And if I get you all to myself for the rest of eternity, then I won’t mind that at all.”

“Welcome to the family, Feyre.”

i cried

As one, they stood. As one, they looked at me. And as one, they bowed. It was Amren who said, “We will serve and protect.” They each placed a hand over their heart.

“I write to you not as a High Lord, but as a male in love with a woman who was once human. I write to you to beg you to act quickly. To save her people—to help save my own. I write to you so one day we might know true peace. So I might one day be able to live in a world where the woman I love may visit her family without fear of hatred and reprisal. A better world.”

I read your letter. About the woman you love. I believe you. And I believe in peace. I believe in a better world. If anyone asks, you stole this during the meeting. Do not trust the others. The sixth queen was not ill.

tea

My home is your home. Its doors are always open to you.”

Despair still paled her face, but … she bowed her head. And said to me, “That was why you painted stars on your drawer.”

And then I winnowed into the sky.

I angled my dagger over the Attor’s bony, elongated rib cage. “This is for Rhys,” I hissed in its pointed ear.

“This is for Clare.”

“This is for me.”

“After we nullify the Cauldron, I want to do it all. Get the bond declared, get married, throw a stupid party and invite everyone in Velaris—all of it.”

“I know my orders.”

See now this scares me...

I began shaking my head as if I could unsee it as Lucien and Tamlin stepped into the light.

jaw on the FLOOR

Lucien’s hands slackened at his sides. His voice broke as he whispered to Elain, “You’re my mate.”

aint no way

But I said, “Break the bond.” Rhysand went still as death.

EXCUSE ME ??

I thought I might be dying—thought my chest might actually be cleaved in two.

“The king broke the bargain between us. Hard to do, but he couldn’t tell that it wasn’t the mating bond.”

thank mother effing god

“She is my mate. And my spy,” I said too quietly. “And she is the High Lady of the Night Court.”

“If they had removed her other glove, they would have seen a second tattoo on her right arm. The twin to the other. Inked last night, when we crept out, found a priestess, and I swore her in as my High Lady.”

NO WAY AHHHHHHH

“Not consort, not wife. Feyre is High Lady of the Night Court.” My equal in every way; she would wear my crown, sit on a throne beside mine. Never sidelined, never designated to breeding and parties and child-rearing. My queen.

And so Tamlin unwittingly led the High Lady of the Night Court into the heart of his territory.