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

by Sarah J. Maas

And I hope you live a long, long life, Ianthe, and never know a moment’s peace.”

My choice. It had always been my choice with him.

“When you erupt, girl, make sure it is felt across worlds.”

Choice. It had always been about my choice with him. And for others as well. Long before he’d ever learned the hard way about it. The question must have been in my eyes because Rhys added, “I came here a great deal in those weeks after Under the Mountain.”

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.

You bow to no one, was all he replied.

“I fought beside your ancestor. And he would be ashamed if you locked out those who needed it. You would spit on his grave to do so. I hold a position of trust with Hybern. One word from me, and I will make sure his legion takes a visit here. To you.”