2_-_court_of_mist_and_fury_a_-_sarah_j._maas

As we fell, my dagger found its way into my hand.
The darkness consuming the horizon shot closer—as if spotting me.
Not yet.
Not yet.
I angled my dagger over the Attor’s bony, elongated rib cage. “This is for Rhys,” I
hissed in its pointed ear.
The reverberation of steel on bone barked into my hand.
Silvery blood warmed my fingers. The Attor screamed.
I yanked out my dagger, blood flying up, splattering my face.
“This is for Clare.”
I plunged my blade in again, twisting.
Buildings took form. The Sidra ran red, but the sky was empty—free of soldiers. So
were the streets.
The Attor was screaming and hissing, cursing and begging, as I ripped free the blade.
I could make out people; make out their shapes. The ground swelled up to meet us. The
Attor was bucking so violently it was all I could do to keep it in my forge-hot grip.
Burning skin ripped away, carried above us.
“And this,” I breathed, leaning close to say the words into its ear, into its rotted soul. I
slid my dagger in a third time, relishing the splintering of bones and flesh. “This is for
me.”
I could count the cobblestones. See Death beckoning with open arms.
I kept my mouth beside its ear, close as a lover, as our reflection in a pool of blood
became clear. “I’ll see you in hell,” I whispered, and left my blade in its side.
Wind rippled the blood upon the cobblestones mere inches away.
And I winnowed out, leaving the Attor behind.
I heard the crack and splatter, even as I sifted through the world, propelled by my own
power and the velocity of my plummet. I emerged a few feet away—my body taking
longer than my mind to catch up.
My feet and legs gave out, and I rocked back into the wall of a pink-painted building
behind me. So hard the plaster dented and cracked against my spine, my shoulders.
I panted, trembling. And on the street ahead—what lay broken and oozing on the
cobblestones … The Attor’s wings were a twisted ruin. Beyond that, scraps of armor,
splintered bone, and burned flesh were all that remained.
That wave of darkness, Rhysand’s power, at last hit my side of the river.