Konyv: A court of frost and starlight

Konyv: A court of frost and starlight



ISBN: 976071397

MAGYARÁZAT:Konyv: A court of frost and starlight

A téli napforduló egy hét múlva lesz. Még mindig újnak éreztem királynői szerepemet, és csak halvány elképzelésem volt hivatalos teendőimről. Egy éve. Ti jó istenek! Rhys közel egy éve hajtotta be rajtam az ígéretemet, mert mielőbb ki akart engem szabadítani a mérgező Tavasz udvarából, és ezáltal megmenteni az összeomlástól.

Csak a Jó Anya tudja, mi történt volna, és konyv: A court of frost and starlight lennék most, ha csak egy percet késik. Eszembe jutott a párom, aki olyan keményen és önzetlenül küzdött, pedig semmi reménye nem volt arra, hogy mi együtt leszünk. Mindketten megküzdöttünk a szerelmünkért, a vérünket adtuk érte. Rhys meg is halt érte. A Hybern elleni háború nem múlt el nyomtalanul Feyre, Rhys és barátaik életéből, mégis mindent megtesznek, hogy újjáépítsék az Éjszaka udvarát.

A küszöbön álló téli napforduló kiváló alkalmat kínálna arra, hogy végre egy kicsit kikapcsolódjanak. Ám az ünnepi hangulat sem tudja visszatartani a konyv: A court of frost and starlight árnyékait. Miközben Feyre az Éjszaka úrnőjeként próbál helytállni, szembesülnie kell vele, hogy barátai sebei mélyebbek, mint hitte, és az udvar jövőjét is tönkretehetik.

Főoldal Termékeink Sarah J. Hűségprogrammal elérhető ár: Ft. Elérhetőség: Raktáron Várható szállítás: munkanap. Folsom Tarryn Fisher Willow Aster. Apró terek Katherine Arden. Lángok kötelékében - Az éjszaka hercege 3. Jeaniene Frost. Viharok birodalma - Üvegtrón 5. Heir of Fire - A tűz örököse Sarah J. Üvegtrón Sarah J. Blanka Lipinska Ft. Borsa Brown Ft. Fábián Janka Ft. Richard Osman Ft. Bridget Collins Ft. Bosnyák Viktória Ft. Esther Perel Ft. Andy Weir Ft. Jasper DeWitt Ft. Kelényi Angelika Ft.

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Series: A Court of Thorns and Roses 3. Genres: FantasyYoung Adult. I had no idea where Rhys was. Nothing unusual, as we were both busy to the point of exhaustion these days. Seated at the long cherrywood dining table at the town house, I frowned at the whirling snow beyond the leaded glass windows. But it had been a long, brutal winter that had brought me so deep into the woods that day nearly two years ago.

A long, brutal winter that had made me desperate enough to kill a wolf, that had eventually led me here—to this life, this … happiness. The snow fell, thick clumps plopping onto the dried grass of the tiny front lawn, crusting the spikes and arches of the decorative fence beyond it.

Deep inside me, rising with every swirling flake, a sparkling, crisp power stirred. I was High Lady of the Night Court, yes, but also one blessed with the gifts of all the courts. It "konyv: A court of frost and starlight" Winter now wanted to play. Finally awake enough to be coherent, I lowered the shield of black adamant guarding my mind and cast a thought down the soul-bridge between me and Rhys.

My question faded into blackness. A sure sign that Rhys was nowhere near Velaris. Likely not even within the borders of the Night Court. When my own work allowed it, I often joined him. I scooped up my plate, draining my tea to the dregs, and padded toward the kitchen. Playing with ice and snow could wait. Nuala was already preparing for lunch at the worktable, no sign of her twin, Cerridwen, but I waved her off as she made to take my dishes.

Up to the elbows in making some sort of meat pie, the half-wraith gave me a grateful smile and let me do it. A female of few words, though neither twin could be considered shy. Certainly not when they worked—spied—for both Rhys and Azriel. Elain had already readied the garden for winter, veiling the more delicate bushes and beds with burlap. Nuala laid the ornate lattice crust atop the pie and began pinching the edges together, her shadowy fingers making quick, deft work of it. Full of whispers and shadows.

The Winter Solstice. In a week. I was still new enough to being High Lady that I had no idea what my formal role was to be. A year. Gods, nearly a year since Rhys had called in his bargain, desperate to get me away from the poison of the Spring Court, to save me from my despair. Had he been only a minute later, the Konyv: A court of frost and starlight knew what would have happened.

Snow swirled and eddied in the garden, catching in the brown fibers of the burlap covering the shrubs. My mate—who had worked so hard and so selflessly, all without hope that I would ever be with him. I still saw that moment, in my konyv: A court of frost and starlight and waking dreams. How his face had looked, how his chest had not risen, how the bond between us had shredded into ribbons. I still felt it, that hollowness in my chest where the bond had been, where he had been.

Even now, with that bond again flowing between us like a river of star-flecked night, the echo of its vanishing lingered. Drew me from sleep; drew me from a conversation, a painting, a meal. Rhys knew exactly why there were nights when I would cling tighter to him, why there were moments in the bright, clear sunshine that I would grip his hand. He knew, because I knew why his eyes sometimes turned distant, why he occasionally just blinked at all of us as if not quite believing it and rubbed his chest as if to ease an ache.

Working had helped. Both of us. Keeping busy, keeping focused—I sometimes dreaded the quiet, idle days when all those thoughts snared me at last. Mercifully, plenty of work remained for the foreseeable future. Rebuilding Velaris after the attacks from Hybern being only one of many monumental tasks. For other tasks required doing as well—both in Velaris and beyond it: in the Illyrian Mountains, in the Hewn City, in the vastness of the entire Night Court.

And then there were the other courts of Prythian. And the new, emerging world beyond. But for now: Solstice. The longest night of the year. I turned from the window to Nuala, who was still fussing over the edges of her pie. Skilled spy—trained by Azriel himself—and master cook. I shut out the image that tore through my mind: Nesta, leaning over a wounded Cassian, the two of them prepared to die together against the King of Hybern.

I rolled my neck. We could use something to celebrate. It had become so rare for all of us to be gathered for more than an hour or two. And a time to reflect on the darkness—how it lets the light shine. The half-wraith shrugged. Or for the High Lord. Setting my clean dishes to dry on the little wooden rack beside the sink, I wished Nuala luck on lunch, and headed upstairs to dress.

Author: Sarah J. Once, I had dreaded that first snow, had lived in terror of long, brutal winters. We had both fought for that love, bled for it. "Konyv: A court of frost and starlight" had died for it. I had to buy presents for all of them. Not had to, but wanted to. Because all my friends, now my family, had fought and bled and nearly died as well. Copyright © - by Novel