Feyre has returned to the Spring Court, determined to gather information on Tamlin's maneuverings and the invading king threatening to bring Prythian to its knees. But to do so she must play a deadly game of deceit-and one slip may spell doom not only for Feyre, but for her world as well.
As war bears down upon them all, Feyre must decide who to trust amongst the dazzling and lethal High Lords-and hunt for allies in unexpected places.
The buzzing flies and screaming survivors had long since replaced the beating war-drums.
Once again, Sarah J. Maas has written an incredible book that I could not put down. A Court of Wings and Ruin was everything I wanted it to be and everything I was dreading in all the best ways. While this is probably my least favourite book in the series so far, I still loved every page. After all, A Court of Thorns and Roses and A Court of Mist and Fury were so amazing, it would be almost impossible to improve upon perfection.
Despite my Maas and fantasy loving blinders, I am aware of the many flaws in A Court of Wings and Ruin.
Nobody important died, or at least the important ones who did were resurrected, Maas still can’t write erotica worth reading, and the word ‘mate’ is used often enough it will make you wish it wasn’t a word anymore.
But guess what? I don't fucking care. The emotional journey I went on, the tears I shed ...