A Court of Frost and Starlight

Feyre, Rhysand, and their friends are still busy rebuilding the Night Court and the vastly altered world beyond, recovering from the war that changed everything. But Winter Solstice is finally approaching, and with it, the joy of a hard-earned reprieve.
Yet even the festive atmosphere can’t keep the shadows of the past from looming. As Feyre navigates her first Winter Solstice as High Lady, her concern for those dearest to her deepens. They have more wounds than she anticipated-scars that will have a far-reaching impact on the future of their court.
Bridging the events of A Court of Wings and Ruin with the later books in the series, A Court of Frost and Starlight explores the far-reaching effects of a devastating war and the fierce love between friends.

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Trigger Warning: Sex scenes

My Thoughts

This review will be short and sweet…actually probably a bit salty…

A Court of Frost and Starlight is the fourth installment of the A Court of Thorns and Roses series and is considered novella. It’s a short and quick read (thank goodness!). It’s like it’s trying to create a bridge between A Court of Wings and Ruin and A Court of Silver Flames.  I do get wanting to do a bit of both post-war wrap up and set up for ACOSF but it was almost completely unnecessary. I think SJM could have done those things as part of ACOWAR and ACOSF. 

We get a post-war look at the Inner Circle and the sisters (not sure if I think of them as Inner Circle just yet) and chapters from various points of view (which I do enjoy and did want in the last book). 

Also, I don’t care about Tamlin so let him disappear (he could’ve died in the war). It almost felt like SJM wants us to feed sorry for him but when you consider his involvement in Rhys’s family’s death, how he treated Feyre and Lucien, and his betrayal with Hybern I, for one, don’t feel sorry for him.

I am a Nesta fan, and this book almost had me hating her. There was no depth to her and based on what we’ve learned and experienced with her so far, there’s so much more to her (trauma, power, etc.). I suspect, since this was a set up for the next book, that we’ll get a lot more in ACOSF but was disappointed in how she was written in this book.

I have to say, I was not impressed (at all) with this novella. I felt like it wasn’t even Sarah J Maas writing it based on her other books. But even though I wasn’t impressed, I kept reminding myself to just take it for what it was and get through it because I do think it needs to be read as part of the series. 

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Favorite Book Quotes

“Stars flickered around us, sweet darkness sweeping in. As if we were the only souls in a galaxy.” 

“To the stars who listen, Feyre. To the dreams that are answered, Rhys.”

“To the blessed darkness from which we are born, and to which we return.”

“I think my heart knew you were mine long before I ever realized it.”

“The weaver went on, “I have to create, or it was all for nothing. I have to 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.”

“Cassian had named about two dozen poses for Nesta at this point. Ranging from I Will Eat Your Eyes for Breakfast to I Don’t Want Cassian to Know I’m Reading Smut. The latter was his particular favorite.”

“Dangerous words, Rhysand,” Amren warned, strutting through the door, nearly swallowed up by the enormous white fur coat she wore. Only her chin-length dark hair and solid silver eyes were visible above the collar. She looked— “You look like an angry snowball,” Cassian said.”

“And in the end, though, we’d saved each other. All of us had.”

“And who the hell let Cassian and Feyre decorate?”

“She had always been drawn to the untamed, wild things of the world.”

“My mate—who had worked so hard and so selflessly, all without hope that I would ever be with him. We had both fought for that love, bled for it. Rhys had died for it.”

“I will never stop being grateful to have you in my life, either, Feyre darling. And no matter what lies ahead”–a small, joyous smile at that–“we will face it together. Enjoy every moment of it together.”

“Deep inside me, rising with every swirling flake, a sparkling, crisp power stirred. I was High Lady of the Night Court”

“You were born on the longest night of the year.” His fingers again stroked down my back. Lower. “You were meant to be at my side from the very beginning”

“That I hadn’t heard from Feyre yet told me enough: still asleep. And as tempting as it was to wake her just to hear the sound of her voice, I had little desire to have my balls nailed to the wall for disrupting her sleep.”

When nineteen-year-old huntress Feyre kills a wolf in the woods, a terrifying creature arrives to demand retribution. Dragged to a treacherous magical land she knows about only from legends, Feyre discovers that her captor is not truly a beast, but one of the lethal, immortal faeries who once ruled her world.

At least, he’s not a beast all the time.

As she adapts to her new home, her feelings for the faerie, Tamlin, transform from icy hostility into a fiery passion that burns through every lie she’s been told about the beautiful, dangerous world of the Fae. But something is not right in the faerie lands. An ancient, wicked shadow is growing, and Feyre must find a way to stop it, or doom Tamlin – and his world – forever.