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

by Sarah J. Maas

A shadow slammed into the earth before us, cracking the ice toward every horizon. Not a shadow. An Illyrian warrior. Seven red Siphons glinted over his scaled black armor as Cassian tucked in his wings and snarled at Eris with five centuries’ worth of rage.

“I suggest you drop my lady.”

“Be careful how you speak about my High Lady.”

your bitch of a priestess

“Leave this world … a better place than how you found it.”

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 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.”

Elain stepped out of a shadow behind him, and rammed Truth-Teller to the hilt through the back of the king’s neck as she snarled in his ear, “Don’t you touch my sister.”

“For it has been a gift. This time—with you. With all of you. It has been a gift.”

“BRING HIM BACK.”

“Be happy, Feyre,”