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

by Sarah J. Maas

“You look absolutely delicious today, Feyre?! That’s what you wrote?” He leaned back in his seat. As our eyes met, sharp claws caressed my mind and his voice whispered inside my head: It’s true, isn’t it?

Gagged

But Miryam was gifted long life—not a new body. And you, girl …” She sniffed again, and I’d never felt so laid bare. Surprise lit Amren’s eyes. Rhys just nodded. Whatever that meant. I was tired already. Tired of being assessed and evaluated. “Your very blood, your veins, your bones were Made. A mortal soul in an immortal body.”

My mother was soft and fiery and beloved by everyone she met.

Soft and fiery. That’s beautiful

“I needed not to be dead when I agreed.” “You needed not to be alone.”

Our eyes met. It was too dark to read whatever was in his gaze. I was the one who looked away first. “I’m still learning how and why we can sometimes feel things the other doesn’t want known,” he admitted. “So I don’t have an explanation for what you felt tonight.”

Ope.

“Isn’t that all you males are good for, anyway?” But the words were tight, near-breathless.

ReAL

But all I heard were those two words he’d said, echoing against the steady beat of traitor, traitor: She’s mine.

The power did not belong to the High Lords. Not any longer. It belonged to me—as I belonged only to me, as my future was mine to decide, to forge.

queen

“When you spend so long trapped in darkness, Lucien, you find that the darkness begins to stare back.”

“If you wish to speed your mate’s healing, in addition to your blood, a pink-flowered weed sprouts by the river. Make him chew it.” I fired my arrow at the snare before I finished hearing its words. The trap sprang free. And the word clicked through me. Mate.

AIDBWNCVWUDBEJZUR W !!!!

My friend through many dangers. My lover who had healed my broken and weary soul. My mate who had waited for me against all hope, despite all odds.

“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.

I’m crying

Love—love was a balm as much as it was a poison.

Oof.

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

GET HIM