A Court of Silver Flames

In the beginning And in the end There was Darkness And nothing more She did not feel the cold as she sank into a sea that had no bottom, no horizon, no surface. There was nothing in this place but darkness and agony and power— They would pay. A golden mask sat upon her face, primitive but embossed with whorls and patterns so ancient they’d lost all meaning. Nesta pivoted to the next male as her friend drove her sword into the first male’s chest.