18 A Court of Mist and Fury (ACOMAF) Fan Art Pieces That Realize Feyre’s Rise from Imprisoned to Empowered

Still reeling from the traumatic events that occurred Under the Mountain, newly High Fae Feyre finds herself trapped within the walls of the Spring Court under the order of none other than her supposed savior and soon-to-be husband, Tamlin. When her utmost enemy turned unlikely ally, Rhysand, calls upon the bargain they struck many months before, she finally gets her first taste of freedom and a glimpse into the famously feared Night Court.

There, she learns of the impending war with Prythian’s greatest enemy, Hybern, and how harnessing the powers she inherited from all seven High Lords could be instrumental in saving both the faerie and human lands from falling. It isn’t until this raw show of honesty from Rhysand that it dawns on her just how much her High Lord has been hiding. 

Upon her return to the Spring Court, Feyre’s situation quickly deteriorates to the point of no return when Tamlin physically locks her in his home, with a rescue from Rhysand as her only way out. What follows is a staggering story of remarkable resilience, found family, and unconditional love in the face of chaos and tragedy.

Thanks to the help and hard work of talented AI artists across the ACOTAR fandom, we’ve compiled 18 fae-nomenal pieces of A Court of Mist and Fury fan art that tell the tale of Feyre’s rise from imprisoned to empowered.

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📸: @artworks_by_rokii

“It had become our unspoken agreement—not to let Amarantha win by acknowledging that she still tormented us in our dreams and waking hours. It was easier to not have to explain, anyway. To not have to tell him that though I’d freed him, saved his people and all of Prythian from Amarantha … I’d broken myself apart. And I didn’t think even eternity would be long enough to fix me.”

A Court of Mist and Fury, Chapter 1

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📸: @dreamworlddweller

“I was going to fall apart, right there, right then—and they’d see precisely how ruined I was. Help me, help me, help me, I begged someone, anyone… Save me—please, save me. Get me out. End this. Tamlin took a step toward me—concern shading those eyes. I retreated a step. No … Thunder cracked behind me, as if two boulders had been hurled against each other. I whirled, and through the night drifting away like smoke on a wind, I found Rhysand straightening the lapels of his black jacket. ‘Hello, Feyre darling,’ he purred.”

A Court of Mist and Fury, Chapter 4

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📸: @bookartby_amai

“The only evidence I had at all that Rhys remained on the premises were the blank copies of the alphabet, along with several sentences I was to write every day, swapping out words, each one more obnoxious than the last: Rhysand is the most handsome High Lord. Rhysand is the most delightful High Lord. Rhysand is the most cunning High Lord. Every day, one miserable sentence—with one changing word of varying arrogance and vanity. And every day, another simple set of instructions: shield up, shield down; shield up, shield down. Over and over and over.”

A Court of Mist and Fury, Chapter 7

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📸: @artworks_by_rokii

“He’d locked me in. He’d sealed me inside this house … I was trapped. I was trapped inside this house. I might as well have been Under the Mountain; I might as well have been inside that cell again— It was all I could do to keep from screaming, to keep from shattering into ten thousand pieces as I sank onto the marble floor, bowing over my knees, and wrapped my arms around myself. He’d trapped me; he’d trapped me; he’d trapped me.”

A Court of Mist and Fury, Chapter 12

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📸: @artworks_by_rokii

“Around us, the city twinkled, the stars themselves seeming to hang lower, pulsing with ruby and amethyst and pearl. Above, the full moon set the marble of the buildings and bridges glowing as if they were all lit from within. Music played, strings and gentle drums, and on either side of the Sidra, golden lights bobbed over riverside walkways dotted with cafés and shops, all open for the night, already packed. Life—so full of life. I could nearly taste it crackling on my tongue.”

A Court of Mist and Fury, Chapter 15

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📸: @dreamworlddweller

 “The Weaver turned her face toward me. Wolf or mouse, it made no difference, because I became no more than an animal, sizing up my chance of survival. Above her young, supple body, beneath her black, beautiful hair, her skin was gray—wrinkled and sagging and dry. And where eyes should have gleamed instead lay rotting black pits. Her lips had withered to nothing but deep, dark lines around a hole full of jagged stumps of teeth—like she had gnawed on too many bones. And I knew she would be gnawing on my bones soon if I did not get out.”

A Court of Mist and Fury, Chapter 21

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📸: @sampaiarts

“I drank in the city as greedily as Amren had gobbled down the spiced blood, and I almost stumbled as I spied the glimmer of color across the water. The Rainbow of Velaris glowed like a fistful of jewels, as if the paint they used on their houses came alive in the moonlight. ‘This is my favorite view in the city,’ Rhys said, stopping at the metal railing along the river walkway and gazing toward the artists’ quarter. ‘It was my sister’s favorite, too. My father used to have to drag her kicking and screaming out of Velaris, she loved it so much.’”

A Court of Mist and Fury, Chapter 29

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📸: @artworks_by_rokii

“I threw my own power out—black to black, soothing his darkness, the rough edges, willing it to calm, to soften …‘It was a dream,’ I said. His hand was so cold. ‘It was a dream.’ Again, the dark paused. I sent my own veils of night brushing up against it, running star-flecked hands down it …. I willed that darkness inside myself to echo it, to sing those raging fears to sleep, to brush up against that ebony wall within his mind, gentle and soft … Then, like snow shaken from a tree, his darkness fell away, taking mine with it.”

A Court of Mist and Fury, Chapter 38

09

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📸: @dreamworlddweller

“His hand slid higher up my thigh, the proprietary touch of a male who knew he owned someone body and soul. He’d apologized in advance for it—for this game, these roles we’d have to play. But I leaned into that touch, leaned back into his hard, warm body … I had been so cold, so lonely, for so long, and my body cried out at the contact, at the joy of being touched and held and alive. I rested my head between his shoulder and neck, savoring every place where Rhys and I connected and wanting more more more.”

A Court of Mist and Fury, Chapter 42

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📸: @shauna_the_author

“Another star crossed the sky, twirling and twisting over itself, as if it were reveling in its own sparkling beauty. It was chased by another, and another, until a brigade of them were unleashed from the edge of the horizon, like a thousand archers had loosed them from mighty bows. The stars cascaded over us, filling the world with white and blue light. They were like living fireworks, and my breath lodged in my throat as the stars kept on falling and falling. I’d never seen anything so beautiful.”

A Court of Mist and Fury, Chapter 44

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📸: @artworks_by_rokii

“I said to Lucien, low and quiet and as vicious as the talons that formed at the tips of my fingers, as vicious as the wondrous weight between my shoulder blades, ‘When you spend so long trapped in darkness, Lucien, you find that the darkness begins to stare back.’ A pulse of surprise, of wicked delight against my mental shields, at the dark, membranous wings I knew were now poking over my shoulders … Lucien backed up a step. ‘What did you do to yourself?’ I gave him a little smile. ‘The human girl you knew died Under the Mountain. I have no interest in spending immortality as a High Lord’s pet.’”

A Court of Mist and Fury, Chapter 47

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📸: @dreamworlddweller

“Rhys was silent, then the mattress groaned, sinking directly behind me as his warmth poured over me. ‘No expectations,’ he said. ‘Just body heat.’ I scowled at the laughter in his voice. But his broad hands slid under and over me: one flattening against my stomach and tugging me against the hard warmth of him, the other sliding under my ribs and arms to band around my chest, pressing his front into me. He tangled his legs with mine, and then a heavier, warmer darkness settled over us, smelling of citrus and the sea.”

A Court of Mist and Fury, Chapter 48

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📸: @shauna_the_author

“When I went to leave you … I think transforming you into Fae made the bond lock into place permanently. I’d known it existed, but it hit me then—hit me so strong that I panicked. I knew if I stayed a second longer, I’d damn the consequences and take you with me. And you’d hate me forever. I landed at the Night Court, right as Mor was waiting for me, and I was so frantic, so … unhinged, that I told her everything. I hadn’t seen her in fifty years, and my first words to her were, ‘She’s my mate.’”

A Court of Mist and Fury, Chapter 54

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📸: @artworks_by_rokii

“He looked me over, naked, covered in paint, his own face and body smeared with it, and gave me a slow, satisfied male smile. ‘You’re mine,’ he snarled, and hefted me up into his arms … ‘You’re mine,’ I whispered, dragging my hands through his hair, down his back, across his wings. My friend through many dangers. My lover who had healed my broken and weary soul. My mate who had waited for me against all hope, despite all odds.”

A Court of Mist and Fury, Chapter 55

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📸: @artworks_by_rokii

“I yielded to that thrumming power inside my bones and blood and breath. I became the Sidra, ancient and deep. And I bent it to my will. I lifted my blades, willing the river higher, shaping it, forging it. Those Hybern soldiers stopped dead in their tracks as I turned toward them. And wolves of water broke from behind me. The soldiers whirled, fleeing. But my wolves were faster, I was faster as I ran with them, in the heart of the pack.”

A Court of Mist and Fury, Chapter 58

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📸: @shauna_the_author

“As if the Cauldron in making her … had been forced to give more than it wanted. As if Nesta had fought even after she went under, and had decided that if she was to be dragged into hell, she was taking that Cauldron with her. As if that finger she’d pointed was now a death-promise to the King of Hybern. Nesta took a breath. And when I beheld my sister, with her somehow magnified beauty, her ears … When Nesta looked to me … Rage. Power. Cunning.”

A Court of Mist and Fury, Chapter 65

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📸: @sampaiarts

“She is my mate. And my spy. And she is the High Lady of the Night Court. If they had removed her other glove, they would have seen a second tattoo on her right arm. The twin to the other. Inked last night, when we crept out, found a priestess, and I swore her in as my High Lady. Not consort, not wife. Feyre is High Lady of the Night Court. My equal in every way; she would wear my crown, sit on a throne beside mine … My queen.”

A Court of Mist and Fury, Chapter 68

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📸: @sampaiarts

“Spring bloomed—the air gentle and scented with roses. Still lovely. But there were the front doors he’d sealed me behind. There was the window I’d banged on, trying to get out. A pretty, rose-covered prison. But I smiled, head throbbing, and said through my tears, ‘I thought I’d never see it again.’ Tamlin was just staring at me, as if not quite believing it. ‘I thought you would never, either.’ … And so Tamlin unwittingly led the High Lady of the Night Court into the heart of his territory.”

A Court of Mist and Fury, Chapter 69

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