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

by Sarah J. Maas

When I looked to Ianthe and smiled again, I let a little bit of the wolf show.

“Perhaps that’s because Rhysand has not lost you at all. But rather unleashed you upon us.”

know better than to tell you to be careful, or to come home. But I want you home. Soon. And I want him dead for putting a hand on you.

My goal was bigger than revenge. My purpose greater than personal retribution.

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

Something thumped in front of me. A bottle of wine. “It’s fine if you drink directly from it,” was all Mor said.

“But this is war. We don’t have the luxury of good ideas—only picking between the bad ones.”

“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.”

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.

“He calls himself the Prince of Merchants,” Drakon said. “Apparently, he discovered the human queens were traitors months ago, and has been gathering an independent human army to face Hybern ever since. He managed to find Queen Vassa—and together they rallied this army.” Drakon shrugged. “He told me that he’s got three daughters who live here. And that he failed them for many years. But he would not fail them this time.”