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

by Sarah J. Maas

I understood why the Suriel had come to help me, again and again. Not just for kindness … but because it was a dreamer.

“Do not get distracted. Do not linger. You are a warrior, and warriors know when to pick their fights.”

“They took what is ours. And we do not allow those crimes to go unpunished.”

“You do not fear,” Rhys breathed. “You do not falter. You do not yield. You go in, you get her, and you come out again.” I nodded again, holding his stare. “Remember that you are a wolf. And you cannot be caged.”

“If I can even work up the courage to tell the world first. My gift is truth—and yet I have been living a lie my entire existence.”

I would have waited five hundred more years for you. A thousand years. And if this was all the time we were allowed to have … The wait was worth it.

MY HEART BROKE AT THIS

“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.”

Cassian said softly, brushing away the tear that streaked down her face, “I will find you again in the next world—the next life. And we will have that time. I promise.”

They were saying things, but all I could hear was that last I love you, which had not been a declaration but a good-bye.

Tamlin stood there. Staring down at me. Those green eyes swimming with some emotion I couldn’t place. “Be happy, Feyre,” he said quietly. And dropped that final kernel of light onto Rhysand.

A world divided was not a world that could thrive.

“And will you come with me? On this adventure—and all the rest?” Rhys leaned forward and kissed me. “Always.”