2_-_court_of_mist_and_fury_a_-_sarah_j._maas

to the windows throughout the room—so many that it felt utterly exposed, breathable. The
perfect home, I supposed, for a High Lord blessed with wings.
Rhys stalked to the table, where there was another map spread, figurines dotting its
surface. A map of Prythian—and Hybern.
Every court in our land had been marked, along with villages and cities and rivers and
mountain passes. Every court … but the Night Court.
The vast, northern territory was utterly blank. Not even a mountain range had been
etched in. Strange, likely part of some strategy I didn’t understand.
I found Rhysand watching me—his raised brows enough to make me shut my mouth
against the forming question.
“Nothing to ask?”
“No.”
A feline smirk danced on his lips, but Rhys jerked his chin toward the map on the wall.
“What do you see?”
“Is this some sort of way of convincing me to embrace my reading lessons?” Indeed, I
couldn’t decipher any of the writing, only the shapes of things. Like the wall, its massive
line bisecting our world.
“Tell me what you see.”
“A world divided in two.”
“And do you think it should remain that way?”
I whipped my head toward him. “My family—” I halted on the word. I should have
known better than to admit to having a family, that I cared for them—
“Your human family,” Rhys finished, “would be deeply impacted if the wall came
down, wouldn’t they? So close to its border … If they’re lucky, they’ll flee across the
ocean before it happens.”
“Will it happen?”
Rhysand didn’t break my stare. “Maybe.”
“Why?”
“Because war is coming, Feyre.”