A Court of Frost and Starlight

To the dreams that are answered, Rhys

And from far away, as if it was carried on the cold wind, I heard the Suriel’s voice.

Feyre Archeron, a request. Leave this world a better place than how you found it

I want a mountain—with three stars.”

Illyrian babies indeed.

Another nod.

“Three Illyrian warriors,” I said. “The greatest Illyrian warriors. Are having a snowball fight.”

smirking at the accuracy of my drawings regarding certain areas of his body

create, or I will crumple up with despair and never leave my bed. I have to create because I have no other way of voicing this

.” Her hand rested on her heart, and my eyes burned. “It is hard,” the weaver said, her stare never leaving mine, “and it hurts, but if I were to stop, if I were to let this loom or the spindle go silent …” She broke my gaze at last to look to her tapestry. “Then there would be no Hope shining in the Void.”

Where one goes, the other follows.”

I have to create, or it was all for nothing. I have to