A ​Court of Silver Flames

Your power is a song, and one I’ve waited a very, very long time to hear, Nesta.

Never again.
Never again would she be weak.
Never again would she be at someone’s mercy.
Never again would she fail.
Never again, never again, never again.

Rhys lifted his head. "This is a bad idea."
Cassian winked. "That should be written on the Night Court crest.”

For every Nesta out there- climb the mountain.

I cannot survive without reading.

Gwyn whispered, “I am the rock against which the surf crashes.” Gwyn lifted the blade. “Nothing can break me."