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

by Sarah J. Maas

I now wondered if the lullaby of death was not a lovely song, but the droning of flies. If flies and maggots were all Death’s handmaidens.

Mile after mile. A kingdom of the rotting dead. And still I looked.

When do you come home to me?

The stars winked into existence, dim and small above the blazing fires. I watched them through the long hours of celebrating, and could have sworn that they kept me company, my silent and stalwart friends.

Then I ebbed away, flowing out of his head as my dreams shifted and sailed elsewhere. I let a sea of stars rock me into sleep.

“I hadn’t realized I was a villain in your narrative,”