Sarah J. Maas

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.

A Court of Thorns and Roses Book 4

A Court of Frost and Starlight

Jacob Edmonds

And even when we eventually collapsed on the rug, barely avoiding the broken pictures and vase shards, unable to move for a good long while, that image of my gift remained between us, shimmering as bright as any star.

That beautiful, blue-eyed, dark-haired boy that the Bone Carver had once shown me.

Oh my God. Nesta’s going through it. 💔

She could barely stand to hear the crack and pop of the wood. Had barely been able to endure it in Feyre’s town house. 

 no one ever remarked that it sounded like breaking bones, Iike a snapping neck, she had no idea.

I feel like she’s wishing for a child. 🥹

And looking at him, at that beautiful face and easy smile, so many of those shadows vanished, our family gathered around us, eternity a road ahead . . . I knew.

I truly knew what I wanted to wish for, as if it were a piece of Amren’s puzzle clicking into place, as if the threads of the weaver’s tapestry finally revealed the design they’d formed to make.

I didn’t tell him, though. Not as I gathered my breath and blew.

I surveyed the three walls of snow—the 

—that bordered the field as Mor erected an invisible shield against the bitter wind. It did little to drive away the cold, though. “They’re having a snowball fight.

“Three Illyrian warriors,” I said. “The 

 Illyrian warriors. Are having a snowball fight.”

Mor’s eyes practically glowed with wicked delight. “Since they were children.”

Paige Leitner

I didn't have words for it. What cascaded through me. "It- the cost-"

"But..." I gaped at the sleeping tangled land, the ruined house. Pictured what I might want there. My knees wobbled. "Rhys- it's too much."

His face became deadly serious. "Not for you. Never for you." He said his arms around my waist, kissing my temple. "Build a house with a painting studio." He kissed my other temple. "Build a house with an office for you, and one for me. Build a house with a bathtub big enough for two- and for wings." Another kiss, this time to my cheek. "Build a house with rooms for all our family." He kissed my other cheek. "Build a house with a garden for Elain, a training ring for the Illyrian babies, a library for Amren, and an enormous dressing room for Mor." I choked on a laugh at that. But Rhys silenced it with a kiss to my mouth, lingering and sweet. "Build a house with a nursery, Feyre." 

My heart tightened to the point of pain, and I kissed him back. Kissed him again, and again, the property wide and clear around us. "I will," I promised. 

Even an immortal's lifetime of painting wouldn't be enough to capture every facet of him. Of us. 

 I lifted my eyes to his again and found stars and darkness waiting. Found home waiting. 

Never enough. Not to paint him, know him. Eons would never be enough for all I wanted to do, see with him. For all I wanted to love him.

The painting shone before me: Night Triumphant- and the Stars Eternal.

Because this Solstice... it was her birthday. Twenty-one years old. 

It hit me for a moment, how small that number was. 

My beautiful, strong, fierce mate, shackled to me- 

"I know what that look means, you bastard," Cassian said roughly, "and it's bullshit. She loves you- in a way I've never seen anybody love anyone."

"It's hard sometimes," I admitted, staring toward the snow-coated field outside the house, the training rings and dwellings beyond it, "to remember that she picked it. Picked me. That it's not like my parents, shoved together."

Cassian's face turned in characteristically solemn, and he remained quiet for a moment before he said, "I get jealous sometimes. I'd never begrudge you for your happiness, but what you two have, Rhys..." He dragged a hand through his hair, his crimson Siphon glinting in the light streaming through the window. "It's the legends, the lies, they spin us when we're children. About the glory and wonder of the mating bond. I thought it was all bullshit. Then you two came along."

novaleigh

When I could finally speak again, I pulled away. "I've been thinking.”

I slapped his boots, and he laughed, deep and rasping, the sound curling around my core.

I showed him my palms, the eye in both of them.

"Since you're no longer using them to snoop on me, I figured they could be something else."

"You're the greatest busybody I've ever met."

Another laugh. "And what, exactly, do you want on your palms?"

I smiled at the paintings I'd done on the walls, the mantel, the tables.

Thought of the tapestry I'd bought. “I want a mountain -with three stars.” The Night Court insignia. "The same that you have on your knees."

Hana 

“I want you out of Velaris,” Feyre breathed, her voice shaking.

Nesta tried—tried and failed—not to feel the blow, the sting of the words. Though she didn’t know why she was surprised by it.

There were no paintings of her in this house, they did not invite her to parties or dinners anymore, they certainly didn’t visit—

“And where,” Nesta asked, her voice mercifully icy, “am I supposed to go?”

And for once, the Illyrian warrior wasn’t grinning as he said, “You’re coming with me to the Illyrian Mountains.”

Before I could elbow him, Rhys kissed me again, breathless and swift. To the stars who listen, Feyre.

I brushed a hand over his cheek to wipe away the last of his tears, his skin warm and soft, and we turned down the street that would lead us home. Toward our future—and all that waited within it.

It was then that I realized what the three different tiers had been painted to look like.

On the top: flowers. In the middle: flames.

And on the bottom, widest layer … stars.

The same design of the chest of drawers I’d once painted in that dilapidated cottage. One for each of us—each sister. Those stars and moons sent to me, my mind, by my mate, long before we’d ever met.

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

We eased through the densely packed heart of the Palace, passing beneath a latticework of faelights just beginning to twinkle awake overhead. From a slumbering, quiet place inside me, the painting name flitted by. Frost and Starlight.

In this companion tale to the bestselling A Court of Thorns and Roses series, Feyre, Rhys and their friends are working to rebuild the Night Court and the vastly changed world beyond after the events of A Court of Wings and Ruin. But Winter Solstice is finally near, and with it 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, she finds that those dearest to her have more wounds than she anticipated – scars that will have a far-reaching impact on the future of their court. Sarah J. Maas is a global #1 bestselling author. Her books have sold millions of copies worldwide and have been translated into 37 languages. Discover the sweeping romantic fantasy for yourself.

neya

“Build a house with a garden for Elain, a training ring for the Illyrian babies, a library for Amren, and an enormous dressing room for Mor.”

Mikailah Carr

WAIT  WHAT I never realized how young Feyre actually was 

Daisy

Because this Solstice..it was her birthday. Twenty-one years old.

"Id hate for you llyrian babies to miss me."

Sarin Booi

"How even if we have a thousand years together, I will never tire of this."

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

Ellie 

“She did not like being alone for long periods of time-couldn't stand it. But a few days here and there were necessary, vital for her soul.”

“She tried and failed to muster the shame. But nothing came.

There was anger, occasionally. Sharp, hot anger that sliced her.

Ringing, droning silence. she hadn't felt anything in months. Had days when she didn't really know where she was or what she'd done. They passed swiftly and yet dripped by.

So did the months. She'd blinked, and winter had fallen. Blinked, and her body had turned too thin. As hollow as she felt.”

“”It is hard," the weaver said, her stare never leaving mine, "and it hurts, but if 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.””

"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?”

“When I couldn't tell anyone how I felt-about how truly bad things were, I still told you. I've always been able to talk to you. I think my heart knew you were mine long before I ever realized it."

“To the stars who listen. And the dreams that are answered.” ✨

I stopped reading this book about halfway through, and I don’t know why I ever put it down! 🥹 This book is so beautiful.

Seeing Feyre and Rhysand together after the War was such an amazing experience. Seeing their 

 together was so beautiful—I can’t stop thinking about it!

Tamlin is going through it bad in this book.

I’m interested to see where this next book will lead us on this final leg of the journey.

“To the stars who listen. And the dreams that are answered.” ✨

This. Book!

I stopped reading this book about halfway through, and I don’t know why I ever put it down! 🥹 This book is so beautiful.

Seeing Feyre and Rhysand together after the War was such an amazing experience. Seeing their life together was so beautiful—I can’t stop thinking about it!

Tamlin is going through it bad in this book.

And so is Nesta.

I’m interested to see where this next book will lead us on this final leg of the journey.

This was more of a short story. A chilled intermission between books, which I kinda enjoyed. But mother cauldron help me, if I read ‘my mate’ one more time…

Kaitlyn Wendler

Fluff. Whateveerrrr I know it moves the story further. It was fine. 

Kelsey 

It's more of a filler/bonus book, but I enjoyed it! A nice, light, slice of life chapter of acotar

Hill

shouldn’t have been it’s own book. actually mad I spent money on it 

Hannah L 

A companion tale to the Court of Thorns and Roses series that picks up several months after A Court of Wings and Ruin.

A court of frost and starlight

listened to this while hand sewing my current creative project. it's a holiday filler episode.

rain adrastea

alice l

Very cute and interesting but like ?? was it needed ?? I do love a good filler chapter and setting the tone but a whole book ? I want the drama and fights and wars and arguments not cute stuff :(

Rose

Enjoyable, but not as absorbing as the other books in the series. It felt like a bit of a filler book.

Laura Dobie

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.

I just can’t get behind this book. It was boring and I only kept with it because I heard book 5 was good. But I’m sad I wasted time reading this plotless, pointless, redundant book.

Bushra Yenice

Ilham Usman

Did not quite enjoy reading this one, compared to the previous books in the series. Took me the longest to read considering it’s the lightest of them all; was quite slow paced and nothing of particular importance happened. From other reviews understood the book serves more as a palate cleanser but in my opinion can be skipped. 

Rugile Cikanaite

Ah yes, if Hallmark made a Christmas special for ACOTAR 😏

It’s a palette cleanser after the heaviness of the other books. You could skip it if you wanted- no real information is given in this book that makes it pertinent to the series. 

Jessy Tatum

Ah yes, if Hallmark made a Christmas special for ACOTAR 😏

It’s a palette cleanser after the heaviness of the other books. You could skip it if you wanted- no real information is given in this book that makes it pertinent to the series. 

Jennifer Gosnell

I’mma give this one 4 stars. It was good, and fun, and much more lighthearted. Love the solstice theme and the snowball fight. Very cute. A nice break from the intensity of war.

Hmm… I did not particularly enjoy this one. I understand that it’s a nice break between the very action packed timeline, but I found it to be quite slow with everything and a bit boring. Maybe…. Skip it????? Idk. Took me a very long time to finish the damn thing. Also, what even was that line that Rhys said at some point? JuSt bEcAuSe AzRiEl and CasSiAn hAvE to eNdUrE the frEeZinG cold on thEiR wInGs, dOeSnt mEan I haVe tO aS wELL. Or something amongst those lines. Hated that moment it was so random and lowkey kinda rude? Ahahahha 

Evmorfili Bairamidou

Anna 

Feyre, Rhys a jejich nejbližší přátelé pracují na obnově Nočního dvora i válkou zničeného Prythianu. Ačkoliv lidské královny i vílí vládci kují pykle, ve Velarisu nastává sváteční atmosféra. A právě v okamžicích klidu se ukáže, že ne všechny rány jsou zcela zahojené.
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Tato knížka byla opravdu spíše povídka pro milovníky dvorů, aby si užili Velaris a Feysanda. Žádná akce, žádná veliká zápletka, prostě klidné čtení o tom, co se s Feyre stalo po válce.
Knížce dávám 4,5*/5*, protože upřímně, aspoň trošku té akce tam být mohlo.

Maya 

2.5 stars!!

Finally finished this novella. I’ll be honest I didn’t love it so much but it definitely had its moments. The entire time it felt like it was dragging on forever and things were never progressing. I get that it’s a novella but I was expecting a little more from this so I’m a little disappointed to say the least. It was still enjoyable reading from everyone’s different points of view. Getting to know each character a little more. But it was lacking something I just couldn’t place my finger on. Nonetheless it was okay but I couldn’t say more about it.

nothing much happened but it did have some cute moments 

caitlin

Paige Paul

I won’t lie - after how heavy acowar was, I needed a palette cleanser. I picked up this book at the end of april to try to read and I still wasn’t ready to dive back in. but once I actually read it, I think that’s exactly what this book was meant to be. nothing really substantial happens in it, but after the last book, that was refreshing. I could definitely see where it wouldn’t be everybody’s cup of tea though. storywise, it’s the weakest of the series.

emily learmont

Fireless

| 1.5<br>Okay this was fun but the whole time I kept think that this is more of a fanfic 0t a 0vella.

Moonchild

was ok, i think i would like to see more of them like 200 years later with kids and stuff XD
Even ducking Tamlin with a mate but ho well 
im glad i read this series 

Thank you Sarah J. Mass.....Next (series)

it's like a tv show christmas special and i have such a soft spot for those. 

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