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

by Sarah J. Maas

Savior and jester, apparently.

So unaware of the true extent of how broken and dark I was inside. How unfit I was to be clothed in white when my hands were so filthy.

“Hello, Feyre darling,” he purred.

I smelled jasmine first—then saw stars. A sea of stars flickering beyond glowing pillars of moonstone that framed the sweeping view of endless snowcapped mountains.

“Because war is coming, Feyre.”

Sir?????

“So despite what he thinks you might be able to do, Feyre, I’m not going to have you anywhere near a battlefield.

it had filled my time—given me quiet, steadfast company with those characters, who did not exist

a WHOLE MOOD

and never would, but somehow made me feel less … alone.

I was burning through books every day—stories about people and places I’d never heard of. They were perhaps the only thing that kept me from teetering into utter despair.

same, girl

Rhys clinked his glass against mine. “To the stars who listen—and the dreams that are answered.”