Feyre Rhysand was on the roof, the stars bright and low, the tiles beneath my bare feet still warm from the day’s sun. He sat in one of those small iron chairs, no light, no bottle of liquor—just him, and the stars, and the city. I slid into his lap and let him wrap his … Continue reading A Court of Wings and Ruin – Chapter 82

Rhysand Even from the kitchen, I could hear all of them. The lapping of what was surely the oldest bottle of liquor I owned, then the clink of those equally ancient crystal glasses against each other. Then the laughter. The deep rumble—that was Azriel. Laughing at whatever Mor had said that prompted her into a … Continue reading A Court of Wings and Ruin – Chapter 81

A world divided was not a world that could thrive. That first meeting went on for hours, many of us short-tempered with exhaustion, but … channels were made. Stories were exchanged. Tales narrated of either side of the wall. I told them my story. All of it. I told it to the strangers who did … Continue reading A Court of Wings and Ruin – Chapter 80

Miryam’s smiling face was more human than High Fae. But Miryam, I remembered as she and Drakon rose to their feet to greet me, was only half Fae. She bore the delicately pointed ears, but … there was something still human about her. In that broad smile that lit up her brown eyes. I instantly … Continue reading A Court of Wings and Ruin – Chapter 79

Amongst the sprawling field of corpses and wounded, there was one body I wanted to bury. Only Nesta, Elain, and I returned to that clearing, once Azriel had given the all-clear that the battle was well and truly over. Letting Rhys out of my sight to wrangle our scattered armies, sort through the living and … Continue reading A Court of Wings and Ruin – Chapter 78

I had only silence in my head. Only silence, as I began screaming. Screaming and screaming and screaming. The emptiness in my chest, my soul at the lack of that bond, that life— I was shaking him, screaming his name and shaking him, and my body stopped being my body and just became this thing … Continue reading A Court of Wings and Ruin – Chapter 77

Tears slid down Varian’s blood-flecked skin as we watched that spot on the sea where Amren had vanished. Below, beyond, our forces were beginning to cry out with victory—with joy. Up on the rock … utter quiet. I looked at last toward the broken thirds of the Cauldron. Perhaps I had done it. In unbinding … Continue reading A Court of Wings and Ruin – Chapter 76

The Cauldron purred in Elain’s presence as the King of Hybern slumped to his knees, clawing at the knife jutting through his throat. Elain backed away a step. Choking, blood dribbling from his lips, the king gaped at Nesta. My sister lunged to her feet. Not to go to Elain. But to the king. Nesta … Continue reading A Court of Wings and Ruin – Chapter 75

I gripped my sense of self in the face of the black maw of the Cauldron. Gripped it with everything I had. Amren only said, “I’m sorry I lied to you.” I could not remove my hand. Could not pry my fingers away. I was being shredded apart, slowly, thoroughly. I flung my magic out, … Continue reading A Court of Wings and Ruin – Chapter 74

The Cauldron had been nestled in a craggy overlook. The Weaver had done her job well. Key guards and posts were little more than wet, red piles of bone and sinew. And I knew that when I saw her again … she would be even more blindingly beautiful. Amren’s power flared again and again, breaking … Continue reading A Court of Wings and Ruin – Chapter 73