A COURT OF WINGS AND RUIN will be released next week and Sarah J. Maas talks about Feyre and Rhys.
The third and final book of A Court of Thorns and Roses is coming out next week and EW spent some time with author Sarah J. Maas to talk about A Court of Wings and Ruin and the story of Feyre and Rhys.
ENTERTAINMENT WEEKLY: How are you feeling about ending these characters’ stories?
SARAH J. MAAS: It’s a bittersweet feeling, actually! On the one hand, there are three more books coming that are set in this world, so I won’t have to say goodbye just yet (though they’ll be about different characters, and my lips are sealed about anything other than that!). But on the other, it’s been such a joy to tell Feyre (and Rhys’) story that it’ll probably be a little strange to switch over to other characters after this. I’ll definitely miss them, but who knows? Maybe they’ll make an appearance in the upcoming installments (if they survive ACOWAR.). But I’m really, really excited to explore more of this world and the characters in it!
What won’t you miss?
Is it weird if I say there’s nothing I won’t miss? I love these characters so much, and loved writing Feyre’s voice. I suppose if I have to pick one thing, it might be the (occasional) difficulties of writing in first person—especially when there’s such a large cast of characters and such a big world to explore. Having to convey all of that through the lens of Feyre’s voice was definitely a challenge (and one I enjoyed), but it will be a nice change of pace to perhaps switch it up a bit in the upcoming installments.
Read an excerpt from Chapter 1 of A Court of Wings and Ruin
The painting was a lie.
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.
Incessant, unrelenting spring.
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 horrors I carefully divulged.
I supposed that in the past weeks, I had crafted my demeanor as intricately as one of these paintings. I supposed that if I had also chosen to show myself as I truly wished, I would have been adorned with flesh-shredding talons, and hands that choked the life out of those now in my company. I would have left the gilded halls stained red.
But not yet.
Not yet, I told myself with every brushstroke, with every move I’d made these weeks. Swift revenge helped no one and nothing but my own, roiling rage.
Even if every time I spoke to them, I heard Elain’s sobbing as she was forced into the Cauldron. Even if every time I looked at them, I saw Nesta fling that finger at the King of Hybern in a death-promise. Even if every time I scented them, my nostrils were again full of the tang of Cassian’s blood as it pooled on the dark stones of that bone-castle.
The paintbrush snapped between my fingers.
© Sarah J. Maas
Read the full interview and the rest of the excerpt right here.
A Court of Wings and Ruin arrives in stores on May 2nd, but you can pre-order the book today.