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

alexys <3

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. 

She smiled broadly. Bright as the full moon, lovelier than any star. 

Izaac Richards

He'd seen Nesta in that particular pose, too. He called it her I Will Slay My Enemies pose. 

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 favourite. 

"I love you," he breathed. "More than life, more than my territory, more than my crown." 

“She loves you—in a way I’ve never seen anybody love anyone.”

We had both fought for that love, bled for it. Rhys had died for it. 

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."

It felt like a Christmas special. It was still a quick read, but would have been nice if it added more to the story. You wouldn’t lose anything, if you didn’t read it.

ovgun

Very sweet! A good way to wrap up the series :)

Maddy T

It is a lovely soft story with heart-warming moments, but I missed the excitement in this one. The feeling that I can't stop reading because I want to know what happens next. 

Shauni Wuyts

Emilia Vulliamy

obsessed with the cute christmas special

i just want my friends to be happy 😭

Sweet and easy to read. If you need something quick, I recommend that one! 

Julia Jastrzębska

A Court of Frost and Starlight, a novella that bridges the intense events of A Court of Wings and Ruin with the anticipated next chapter in the lives of Feyre, Rhysand, and their friends. Set in the aftermath of the brutal war that reshaped Prythian, this was nice to get to see things a little differently outside of the chunky books from the first 3 editions in the series!

The plot is intimate and character-driven, focusing on Feyre’s journey toward rediscovering joy and purpose after the immense sacrifices she endured. Alongside her, Rhysand provides a deeply emotional counterbalance, offering glimpses into his own burdens as High Lord and as Feyre’s unwavering partner. Other members of the Inner Circle—Cassian, Mor, Azriel, and Amren—each have their moments to shine, and their relationships evolve in subtle, poignant ways. Maas uses this quieter narrative to explore themes of recovery, love, and the strength of familial bonds. The Winter Solstice celebrations, with their warm fires, gift exchanges, and gentle teasing, invite readers into a world of comfort and closeness, making the story feel like a holiday spent with old friends.

One of Sarah J. Maas’s greatest strengths as a storyteller lies in her ability to craft vivid, evocative descriptions that transport you directly into her richly imagined world—and A Court of Frost and Starlight is no exception. Every snowfall, flickering Solstice candle, and shimmering starlit sky comes alive through her prose, creating a sensory tapestry that fully immerses the reader. Maas paints the description as if it’s a character in its own right: the twinkling lights strung across bustling markets, the frosty air laced with scents of pine and spiced wine, and the ever-present hum of life and magic that pulses through its streets.

Maas’s writing captures the emotional depth of her characters with equal care. With every glance, touch, and unspoken word, she conveys the unbreakable bonds between Feyre and Rhysand, as well as the lingering scars left by the war. Her descriptive language imbues even the smallest moments—like a shared cup of tea or a heartfelt gift—with profound meaning, reminding readers why these characters have become so beloved, and I have loved spending time with them!

A Court of Frost and Starlight is a gift to fans of the A Court of Thorns and Roses series, offering a glimpse into the quieter moments that make the characters feel so real and relatable. While it may lack the high-stakes drama of its predecessors, the novella shines in its portrayal of healing, hope, and the enduring power of love. Sarah J. Maas’s lyrical, immersive writing ensures that every page feels like stepping into a winter wonderland.

Ian Brakspear

A Court of Frost and Starlight, a novella that bridges the intense events of A Court of Wings and Ruin with the anticipated next chapter in the lives of Feyre, Rhysand, and their friends. Set in the aftermath of the brutal war that reshaped Prythian, this was nice to get to see things a little differently outside of the chunky books from the first 3 editions in the series!

 

The plot is intimate and character-driven, focusing on Feyre’s journey toward rediscovering joy and purpose after the immense sacrifices she endured. Alongside her, Rhysand provides a deeply emotional counterbalance, offering glimpses into his own burdens as High Lord and as Feyre’s unwavering partner. Other members of the Inner Circle—Cassian, Mor, Azriel, and Amren—each have their moments to shine, and their relationships evolve in subtle, poignant ways. Maas uses this quieter narrative to explore themes of recovery, love, and the strength of familial bonds. The Winter Solstice celebrations, with their warm fires, gift exchanges, and gentle teasing, invite readers into a world of comfort and closeness, making the story feel like a holiday spent with old friends.

 

One of Sarah J. Maas’s greatest strengths as a storyteller lies in her ability to craft vivid, evocative descriptions that transport you directly into her richly imagined world—and A Court of Frost and Starlight is no exception. Every snowfall, flickering Solstice candle, and shimmering starlit sky comes alive through her prose, creating a sensory tapestry that fully immerses the reader. Maas paints the description as if it’s a character in its own right: the twinkling lights strung across bustling markets, the frosty air laced with scents of pine and spiced wine, and the ever-present hum of life and magic that pulses through its streets.

 

Maas’s writing captures the emotional depth of her characters with equal care. With every glance, touch, and unspoken word, she conveys the unbreakable bonds between Feyre and Rhysand, as well as the lingering scars left by the war. Her descriptive language imbues even the smallest moments—like a shared cup of tea or a heartfelt gift—with profound meaning, reminding readers why these characters have become so beloved, and I have loved spending time with them!

 

A Court of Frost and Starlight is a gift to fans of the A Court of Thorns and Roses series, offering a glimpse into the quieter moments that make the characters feel so real and relatable. While it may lack the high-stakes drama of its predecessors, the novella shines in its portrayal of healing, hope, and the enduring power of love. Sarah J. Maas’s lyrical, immersive writing ensures that every page feels like stepping into a winter wonderland.

Felt like a Christmas episode. Shorter than the other books. Sort of a breath of fresh air after the previous books. 

Leah Diaz 

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.

what a nice break from all the grief and death in the previous books. i finished this in a little under two hours and loved every second of it! absolutely adorable moments without downplaying the events that happened not long before. i can't wait to see what happens next! :)

kaii

Struggled through this tbh. Only finished bc I wanted to read acosf

Kalista Dickson

It was a bit weird to switch between all the different characters but nice reading what happens to them after the war. Also felt like a transition from rhys and feyres Story to nesta and cassians.

Marie

This was such a cute little novella. I think this set up really well for the next book in the series. I enjoyed reading about Solstice and just seeing a little glimpse into their lives while they took some time to themselves. I cannot believe that all of Feyre's dresses from Rhys were made by his mom, how cute! The way the book wrapped things up with them was so sweet and I'm going to miss reading their story but I'm glad they're getting some peace. I really want to know what is going on with Nesta and what they're going to do about the Illyrains so I can't wait for the next one!

Maggie Hotmer

Nothing happened other than a Night solstice meal which was sth exactly like Christmas. What a coincidence!

Other than that, I remembered why I was cringing a lot in this series: “his hazel eyes, her sharp brown eyes,” etc. Though this book served as an escape from all the bad news that are suffocating me in real life.

Bilge Ince

Nothing happened other than a Night solstice meal which was sth exactly like Christmas. What a coincidence!

Other than that, I remembered why I was cringing a lot in this series: “his hazel eyes, her sharp brown eyes,” etc. Though this book served as an escape from all the bad news that are suffocating me in real life.

drewbee🐝🍯✨

It was a nice little novella for the first three books

Ivybeth Shipe

“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

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.

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