Sarah J. Maas

Feyre has returned to the Spring Court, determined to gather information on Tamlin's actions and learn what she can about the invading king threatening to bring her land to its knees. But to do so she must play a deadly game of deceit. One slip could bring doom not only for Feyre, but for everything-and everyone-she holds dear.

As war bears down upon them all, Feyre endeavors to take her place amongst the High Fae of the land, balancing her struggle to master her powers-both magical and political-and her love for her court and family. Amidst these struggles, Feyre and Rhysand must decide whom to trust amongst the cunning and lethal High Lords, and hunt for allies in unexpected places.

In this thrilling third book in the #1 New York Times bestselling series from Sarah J. Maas, the fate of Feyre's world is at stake as armies grapple for power over the one thing that could destroy it.

A Court of Thorns and Roses Book 3

A Court of Wings and Ruin

Izaac Richards

"Why should I be scared of an oversized bat who likes to throw temper tantrums?"

Amren's red lips parted in a wide, serpentine smile. "When you erupt, girl, make sure it is felt across worlds."

Lucien, to his credit, didn't back away a step. From Rhys, or me, or the Illyrians. 

The Clever Fox Stares Down Winged Death. The painting fashed into my mind.

"I am High Lady of the Night Court," I said quietly to them all.

Even Eris stopped sneering. His amber eyes widened, something like fear now creeping into them. 

"There's no such thing as a High Lady," one of Lucien's brothers spat. 

A faint smile played on my mouth. "There is now."

"You can't be too careful while sharing a camp with enemies," I said. 

I could have sworn something like fear shone in her eyes. "Hybern is not our enemy," she said a tad breathlessly. 

From her paleness as I left the tent, I knew my answering smile had done its job well.

Lying beside lanthe without slitting her throat was an exercise in patience and control. 

But whenever the knife beneath my pillow seemed to whisper her name, I'd remind myself of my friends. The family that was alive - healing in the North. 

I repeated their names silently, over and over into the darkness. Rhysand. Mor. Cassian. Amren. Azriel. Elain. Nesta. 

Alis squeezed my hand. "Blood rubies or no, you will always have one friend in the Summer Court." 

My throat bobbed. "And you will always have one in mine," I promised her. 

She knew which court I meant. And did not look afraid.

"Feyre," Tamlin breathed from behind us. 

I halted, aware of every eye that watched. "I'm fine," I whispered. "I'm sorry." I wiped at the blood dribbling down my cheek. "I'm fine" I told him again. 

No one, not even Tamlin, looked convinced. 

And if I could have painted that moment, I would have named it A Portrait in Snares and Baiting.

It was seawater from Tarquin's own gift that slipped from my eyes, down my face, and onto his golden skin. 

A bright, pretty lie, bursting with pale pink blooms and fat beams of sunshine. 

I'd begun it yesterday, an idle study of the rose garden lurking beyond the open windows of the studio. Through the tangle of thorns and satiny leaves, the brighter green of the hills rolled away into the distance. 

If I'd painted this glimpse into the court the way my gut had urged me, it would have been flesh-shredding thorns, flowers that choked off the sunlight for any plants smaller than them, and rolling hills stained red. 

But each brushstroke on the wide canvas was calculated; each dab and swirl of blending colors meant to portray not just idyllic spring, but a sunny disposition as well. Not too happy, but gladly, finally healing from horors I carefully divulged.

I'd always thought death would be some sort of peaceful homecoming - a sweet, sad lullaby to usher me into whatever waited afterward. 

I crunched down with an armored boot on the flagpole of a Loyalist standard-bearer, smearing red mud across the tusked boar embroidered on its emerald flag. 

I now wondered if the lullaby of death was not a lovely song, but the droning of flies. If flies and maggots were all Death's handmaidens. 

The battlefield stretched toward the horizon in every direction save the keep at my back.

alexys <3

When he brushed his wing against mine, just because he could, because he wanted to and we'd have an eternity of nights to do this, to see everything together…

He pointed with a healed hand toward the Cauldron. "Someone fish out dear Amren before she catches a cold." 

you better say thay yoo better save him😥😥😥😥😥😥

And dropped that final kernel of light onto Rhysand.

That thing that rose and fell with each breath.

Because his own chest...it was not moving. 

I smiled at her, bowing my head. "Me too, Amren. Me too.

“I will find you again in the next world—the next life. And we will have that time. I promise." 

“I loved you from the first moment I held you in my arms. And I am...I am so Sorry, Nesta—- my Nesta. I am so sorry, for all of it."

“He calls himself the Prince of Merchants," 

Drakon rubbed his jaw. "I can't even begin to explain the convoluted story they told me, but..." He shook his head. "They're led by a queen named Vassa."

Then the Weaver, the Carver, and Bryaxis unleashed themselves upon Hybern.

Hybern's shield came crashing down. My magic snapped from me, cleaving through the world. Revealing the glamour I'd had in place for hours. 

Before our front line….A cloud of darkness appeared, writhing and whirling on itself. 

"Mother above," Azriel breathed. Right as a male figure appeared beside that swirling ebony smoke. 

I would have waited five hundred more years for you. A thousand years. And if this was all the time we were allowed to have…The wait was worth it.

I am so obsessed with Feyre and Rhysand that it physically hurts me. What also hurts me is that I cannot go to Velaris. Basically I love this universe to the highest degree. These characters are just everything to me. Just know that I needed every word of this book like it was OXYGEN.

Emilia Vulliamy

The books in this series get better and better! Couldn't stop reading when I got to the third part of the book.

Shauni Wuyts

Terra Ganey

“We have plot at home”  

The plot at home:

Sarah J. Maas has done it again with the third instalment of the "A Court of Thorns and Roses" series, A Court of Wings and Ruin. From the very first page, this book flew me into a world of danger, intrigue, and heart-pounding adventure, leaving me breathless with every twist and turn and just wanting more constantly.

One of the greatest strengths of Maas's storytelling lies in her extraordinary world-building. In A Court of Wings and Ruin, the richly imagined landscapes of Prythian unfold with breathtaking detail. From the beauty of Velaris to the ominous shadows of the Spring Court, each setting feels alive and immersive, pulling readers deeper into this magical realm. Maas's ability to balance lush descriptions with compelling action keeps the pacing flawless and the reader utterly engaged.

The characters in this book are nothing short of magnetic. Feyre, our fearless protagonist, shines brighter than ever as she navigates the complexities of war, loyalty, and love. Her evolution from a reluctant heroine to a cunning strategist is nothing short of inspiring. Rhysand, as always, is magnificently layered—his charm, strength, and vulnerability making him one of the most captivating characters in fantasy literature today.

This book is a masterclass in emotional storytelling. Moments of heartache, triumph, and passion are woven seamlessly into the narrative. The tension is palpable as Feyre and her allies face impossible odds, and the stakes feel devastatingly real. Maas is unafraid to explore the darker sides of human nature, yet she balances this with moments of hope and beauty that remind readers why they fell in love with this series in the first place.

If you're looking for a book that will make you laugh, cry, and cheer in equal measure, A Court of Wings and Ruin is the perfect choice. Give yourself the gift of this incredible journey—you won't regret it.

Ian Brakspear

Sarah J. Maas has done it again with the third instalment of the "A Court of Thorns and Roses" series, A Court of Wings and Ruin. From the very first page, this book flew me into a world of danger, intrigue, and heart-pounding adventure, leaving me breathless with every twist and turn and just wanting more constantly.

 

One of the greatest strengths of Maas's storytelling lies in her extraordinary world-building. In A Court of Wings and Ruin, the richly imagined landscapes of Prythian unfold with breathtaking detail. From the beauty of Velaris to the ominous shadows of the Spring Court, each setting feels alive and immersive, pulling readers deeper into this magical realm. Maas's ability to balance lush descriptions with compelling action keeps the pacing flawless and the reader utterly engaged.

 

The characters in this book are nothing short of magnetic. Feyre, our fearless protagonist, shines brighter than ever as she navigates the complexities of war, loyalty, and love. Her evolution from a reluctant heroine to a cunning strategist is nothing short of inspiring. Rhysand, as always, is magnificently layered—his charm, strength, and vulnerability making him one of the most captivating characters in fantasy literature today.

 

This book is a masterclass in emotional storytelling. Moments of heartache, triumph, and passion are woven seamlessly into the narrative. The tension is palpable as Feyre and her allies face impossible odds, and the stakes feel devastatingly real. Maas is unafraid to explore the darker sides of human nature, yet she balances this with moments of hope and beauty that remind readers why they fell in love with this series in the first place.

 

If you're looking for a book that will make you laugh, cry, and cheer in equal measure, A Court of Wings and Ruin is the perfect choice. Give yourself the gift of this incredible journey—you won't regret it.

Breonna Canova

the first 70% of this book was soooo boring i almost quit. but i powered through because i know SJM just writes like that. it was well worth the struggle. i cant even form words that do this book justice.

will

Love feyre. Love Rhys. Couldn’t put it down. I was gasping and pacing at multiple parts. And yet, I can’t deal w the “I’m gonna kill them, just kidding they magically lived!” Trope more than once, MAYBE twice. And SJM is guilty of that one sooo much esp in this series. Also the whole growls of pleasure drown out the sound of the dying and injured 🫠

Kalista Dickson

A lot of action, great story, re-used ending keeps it from being rated higher.

Kyle James

There were so many plot twists throughout this book it was crazy. The universe that this author has created is so complex and interesting. Character development for some many different characters is amazing. 5⭐️ read for sure!! I am disappointed I waited so long to read this series bc of other readers negative views on it. I could totally picture this being a HBO show like Game of Thrones!! 

Leah Diaz 

Nadine Ebbott

This was so intense, I loved it. Much more action filled than the ones before and so many good plattwists I did not see coming. The way I sobbed in the end 🥺

Marie

I am so obsessed with this series, but I am so sad that Feyre and Rhys's story is coming to an end. I loved seeing how Feyre brought down Tamlin's court, it was so interesting watching all of her little seeds fall into place. This book had so many plot twists, and the last 100 pages had me in an absolute chokehold. WHEN NESTA LAID ON TOP OF CASSIAN?!?! Gagged, I was literally in tears. The ending was so good and I cannot wait to finish this series (even though I don't want it to end).

Maggie Hotmer

i ended up really falling in love with the characters😥😥😥

The tempestuous third book in the fantasy series from global #1 bestselling author Sarah J. Maas Feyre has returned to the Spring Court, determined to gather information on Tamlin's manoeuvrings and the invading king threatening to bring her land to its knees. But to do so she must play a deadly game of deceit – and one slip may spell doom not only for Feyre, but for her world as well. As war bears down upon them all, Feyre must decide who to trust amongst the dazzling and lethal High Lords and hunt for allies in unexpected places. And her heart will face the ultimate test as she and her mate are forced to question whether they can truly trust each other. Sarah J. Maas's books have sold millions of copies and have been translated into 37 languages. Discover the sweeping romantic fantasy for yourself.

You know what parts made me cry. I wish SJM actually killed her main characters. Also Mor sucks! Sorry not sorry! The scene where ___ dies and Feyre is screaming broke my heart the graphic audio was chilling! 

Kelsey 

Best book in the series so far! Romantasy fan girl mode activated.

Kaitlyn Wendler

Moore deserves happiness. Happy Tamlin got his ass together for a moment. Nesta developed better. Got emotion and the dad return ❤️

Susan

my sleeping schedule is fucked once again gays

rain

Death was a huge part of this book—since the very beginning. War is something that is complicated and messy, and involves intense planning and strategizing, and I think Sarah J. Mass did an 

I have to admit, there were parts where I got bored, and had to push myself to get through.

Rhysand’s death was something that I knew about going into this series—and it was still emotional, but I’m glad he was brought back.

Jacob Edmonds

Oh my god.

This book took me FOREVER to finish, but I’m so glad I did.

Death was a huge part of this book—since the very beginning. War is something that is complicated and messy, and involves intense planning and strategizing, and I think Sarah J. Mass did an excellent job writing it.

I have to admit, there were parts where I got bored, and had to push myself to get through.

But when the action happened? Brilliant.

Rhysand’s death was something that I knew about going into this series—and it was still emotional, but I’m glad he was brought back.

If Feyre can be brought back, so can he.

. . . Except her dad. 🫢

There was so much to unpack with this holy moly the whole gathering of the high  and not knowing who the trust and THE BATTLE WOAH god the way this is written is beautiful

Rose

Another gripping instalment in the Court of Thorns and Roses series, with lots of twists and turns that had me hooked.

Laura Dobie

It was good, but it was a little slow in the middle.

Lily

Feyre has returned to the Spring Court, determined to gather information on Tamlin’s actions and learn what she can about the invading king threatening to bring her land to its knees. But to do so she must play a deadly game of deceit. One slip could bring doom not only for Feyre, but for everything—and everyone—she holds dear. As war bears down upon them all, Feyre endeavors to take her place amongst the High Fae of the land, balancing her struggle to master her powers—both magical and political—and her love for her court and family. Amidst these struggles, Feyre and Rhysand must decide whom to trust amongst the cunning and lethal High Lords, and hunt for allies in unexpected places. In this thrilling third book in the #1 New York Times bestselling series from Sarah J. Maas, the fate of Feyre’s world is at stake as armies grapple for power over the one thing that could destroy it.

millena

Svetlana 

The way everything clicked in the right place, the ones who deserved punishment got it, everyone who should’ve was eighteen There wasn’t that much sex scenes and since a war conflict was about to come, it was right. I couldn’t be more satisfied

Jennifer Gosnell

Wow. This one was a journey. I didn’t fly through it like I did with the second one (ACOMAF), but I still really enjoyed the storytelling, the gearing up for war, the combat, the characters, all of it. It was great!

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