A Court of Wings and Ruin (A Court of Thorns and Roses, #3)

by Sarah J. Maas

The stare of the Morrigan—whose gift was pure truth.

Still dont know what this means

“There’s my darling Feyre.”

Shitting and puking

with his hair tied back and jacket buttoned to his neck,

Trench coat buttoned to the top

“Hybern was a disaster.”

You got that right bro

chewing wetly.

Im sorry what

Lucien murmured to me, eye still fixed on Elain, “Should we—does she need …?” “She doesn’t need anything,” Azriel answered without so much as looking at Lucien.

Poor lucien

“It was time,” Lucien said quietly, giving me a squeeze. “For me to do something.”

I love himmmm my shayla

And when Lucien turned to signal to Rhys to go … He did not glance back at Elain. Did not see the half step she took toward the stairs—as if she’d speak to him. Stop him.

lucien omg my shayla

Blinked—and then vomited all over the cobblestones between us.

she always puking, she's so real for that

“You’re beginning to become tedious, Tamlin,” Helion said, propping his head on a hand. “Take your lovers’ spat elsewhere and let the rest of us discuss this war.”

Ok real

“But beneath the wall, I witnessed children—entire families—starve to death.” She jerked her chin at me. “Were it not for my sister … I would be among them.”

Yaaaas nesta

Who I had to hunt down—and ask about the location of Hybern’s true army. The Suriel.

Yaaaaaaasssss

“You … were kind. You … fought your fear. You were … kind,” it said again. I began crying. “And you were kind to me,”

Sobbing

I didn’t know how long my sisters and I lay there together, just like we had once shared that carved bed in that dilapidated cottage. Then—back then, we had kicked and twisted and fought for any bit of space, any breathing room. But that morning, as the sun rose over the world, we held tight. And did not let go.

The Feyre. The Elain. And leading the charge against Hybern, flying over the waves, unyielding and without an ounce of fear … The Nesta.

“I have no regrets in my life, but this.” His voice shook with every word. “That we did not have time. That I did not have time with you, Nesta.”