A Court of Mist and Fury (A Court of Thorns and Roses 2)

Feyre survived Amarantha’s clutches to return to the Spring Court – but at a steep cost. Though she now possesses the powers of the High Fae, her heart remains human, and it can’t forget the terrible deeds she performed to save Tamlin’s people. Nor has Feyre forgotten her bargain with Rhysand, the mesmerising High Lord of the feared Night Court. As Feyre navigates his dark web of political games and tantalising promises, a greater evil looms – and she might be key to stopping it. But only if she can step into her growing power, heal her fractured soul and have the courage to shape her own future – and the future of a world cloven in two. Maybe I’d always been broken and dark inside. Maybe someone who’d been born whole and good would have put down the ash dagger and embraced death rather than what lay before me. There was blood everywhere. It was an effort to keep a grip on the dagger as my blood-soaked hand trembled. As I fractured bit by bit while the sprawled corpse of the High Fae youth cooled on the marble floor. I couldn’t let go of the blade, couldn’t move from my place before him. “Good,” Amarantha purred from her throne. “Again.” There was another ash dagger waiting, and another Fae kneeling. Female. I knew the words she’d say. The prayer she’d recite. I knew I’d slaughter her, as I’d slaughtered the youth before me. To free them all, to free Tamlin, I would do it. I was the butcher of innocents, and the savior of a land. “Whenever you’re ready, lovely Feyre,” Amarantha drawled, her deep red hair as bright as the blood on my hands. On the marble. Murderer. Butcher. Monster. Liar. Deceiver. I didn’t know who I meant. The lines between me and the queen had long since blurred. My fingers loosened on the dagger, and it clattered to the ground, splattering the spreading pool of blood. Flecks splashed onto my worn boots—remnants of a mortal life so far behind me it might as well have been one of my fever-dreams these few last months. I faced the female waiting for death, that hood sagging over her head, her lithe body steady. Braced for the end I was to give her, the sacrifice she was to become. I reached for the second ash dagger atop a black velvet pillow, its hilt icy in my warm, damp hand. The guards yanked off her hood. I knew the face that stared up at me. Knew the blue-gray eyes, the brown-gold hair, the full mouth and sharp cheekbones. Knew the ears that had now become delicately arched, the limbs that had been streamlined, limned with power, any human imperfections smoothed into a subtle immortal glow. Knew the hollowness, the despair, the corruption that leaked from that face. My hands didn’t tremble as I angled the dagger. As I gripped the fine-boned shoulder, and gazed into that hated face—my face. And plunged the ash dagger into my awaiting heart.

A Court of Mist and Fury (A Court of Thorns and Roses 2) novel is a popular light novel covering Romance genres. Written by the Author Sarah J. Maas . Read A Court of Mist and Fury (A Court of Thorns and Roses 2) novel online for free.