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A Court of Mist and Fury

By Sarah J. Maas

Immortal strengthmore a curse than a gift.

Sighing through my nose, I unfolded my fingers.

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My right hand was plain, smooth.

As if it adjusted to the light, as any ordinary eye would.

I scowled at it.

At whoever might be watching through that tattoo.

I hadnt heard from Rhys in the three months Id been here.

But even if Rhys had miraculously forgotten, I never could.

Nor could Tamlin, Lucien, or anyone else.

Not with the tattoo.

Even if Rhys, at the end .

even if he hadnt been exactly an enemy.

To Tamlin, yes.

To every other court out there, yes.

So few went over the borders of the Night Court and lived to tell.

No one really knew whatexistedin the northernmost part of Prythian.

Mountains and darkness and stars and death.

Id told no one about that meeting, what hed said to me, what Id confessed to him.

Be glad of your human heart, Feyre.

Pity those who dont feel anything at all.

I squeezed my fingers into a fist, blocking out that eye, the tattoo.

I wished I felt nothing.

I wished my human heart had been changed with the rest of me, made into immortal marble.

Instead of the shredded bit of blackness that it now was, leaking its ichor into me.

Tamlin remained asleep as I crept back into my darkened bedroom, his naked body sprawled across the mattress.

For him, I had done thisfor him, Id gladly wrecked myself and my immortal soul.

And now I had eternity to live with it.

I continued to the bed, each step heavier, harder.

His breathing was deepeven.

But with my Fae ears .

sometimes I wondered if I heard his breath catch, only for a heartbeat.

I never had the nerve to ask if he was awake.

If he knew or heard, he said nothing about it.

I knew similar dreams chased him from his slumber as often as I fled from mine.

The first time it had happened, Id awokentried to speak to him.

Hed since spent many nights like that.

Curled in the bed, I pulled the blanket higher, craving its warmth against the chill night.

It was easier to not have to explain, anyway.

Id broken myself apart.

And I didnt think even eternity would be long enough to fix me.