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

by Sarah J. Maas

I wasn’t sure I’d been born with the ability to forgive. Not for terrors inflicted on those I loved.

I realized then that the color of death, of sorrow, was white.

Let some of the monster inside show.

“So we’ll train, Feyre, until the last possible day. Because we never know if just one extra hour will make the difference.”

War would linger with me long after it had ended, some invisible scar that would perhaps fade, but never wholly vanish.

“She is High Lady of the Night Court. She may do as she wishes.”

If Rhysand was Night Triumphant, I was the star that only glowed thanks to his darkness, the light only visible because of him.

Night Triumphant—and the Stars Eternal. If he was the sweet, terrifying darkness, I was the glittering light that only his shadows could make clear.

“I’m grateful,” he said after a while, as the camp beneath us stirred in the building light. “To have you at my side. I don’t know if I ever told you that—how grateful I am to have you stand with me.”

“Remember that you are a wolf. And you cannot be caged.”

“If I had not met my cousin, I would never have learned that light can be found in even the darkest of hells. That kindness can thrive even amongst cruelty.”

“The great joy and honor of my life has been to know you.

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.”