12 A Court of Silver Flames (ACOSF) Fan Art Pieces That Portray Nesta’s Path from Self-Destruction to Self-Discovery

Having spent the last year drowning her grief in endless bottles of wine and meaningless trysts with random males, Nesta is awoken one morning to find that the time has come to face the consequences of her actions. Much to her dismay, the stipulations of her new arrangement send her straight into the charge of none other than the very male she’s been adamantly avoiding. 

While Nesta is intent on continuing to let everyone think the worst of her, it is Cassian’s unwavering belief in her inner strength and his unrelenting determination to help her heal that ultimately breaks down her carefully crafted walls. What ensues is a deeply moving story of painful personal growth, formidable friendships, and undeniable love in the face of tremendous trauma and tragedy. 

Thanks to the help and hard work of talented AI artists across the ACOTAR fandom, we’ve assembled 12 powerful pieces of A Court of Silver Flames fan art that portray Nesta’s journey from self-destruction to self-discovery.

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📸: @dreamworlddweller

“Some days, the sheer dread and panic locked Nesta’s body up so thoroughly that nothing could get her to breathe. Nothing could stop the awful power from beginning to rise, rise, rise in her. Nothing beyond the music at those taverns, the card games with strangers, the endless bottles of wine, and the sex that made her feel nothing—but offered a moment of release amid the roaring inside her.”

A Court of Silver Flames, Chapter 1

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📸: @sampaiarts

“Nesta met his stare. Willed hers to be distant and unruffled. ‘I am officially attending training, Cassian, but you can’t make me do a lick of it.’ She motioned to the mud. ‘Drag me through it, if you want, but I won’t lift a finger.’ Cassian bristled. Good. Let him see what a waste of life, what an utter wretch, she’d become. ‘Get the hell up.’ His words were a soft snarl. A slight pleading note flickered in them …But her body refused to move. She’d drawn her line, and to yield—to him, to anyone— Something like disgust filled his face. Disappointment. Anger. Good. Even as something crumpled inside her, she couldn’t stop the relief. Cassian turned away from her, drawing the sword sheathed down his back. And without another word, without a glance, he began his morning exercises. Let him hate her. It was better that way.”

A Court of Silver Flames, Chapter 5

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📸: @booknuts_

 “Around and around and around and around and around—Down and down and down and down—Nine thousand nine hundred steps to go … Her head spun again. Her legs wobbled. She got in eleven more steps before her knees buckled so suddenly she nearly slid. Only her hand grappling at the uneven wall kept her from wiping out. The stairwell spun and spun and spun, and she shut her eyes against it. Her jagged panting bounced off the stones. And in the stillness, she had no defenses against what her mind whispered.”

A Court of Silver Flames, Chapter 8

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📸: @dreamworlddweller

“The House had a taste for romance novels. Nesta stayed up later than she should have to finish the one it had left the day before, and when she returned to her room that evening, another was waiting. ‘Don’t tell me you somehow read these.’ She leafed through the volume on her nightstand. In answer, two more books thumped on the surface. Each one utterly filthy. Nesta let out a small chuckle. ‘It must get awfully dull up here.’ A third book plopped atop the others. Nesta laughed again, a rusty, hoarse sound. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d laughed. A true, belly-deep laugh.”

A Court of Silver Flames, Chapter 15

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📸: @dreamworlddweller

“What’s the Dread Trove? …. The Mask, the Harp, and the Crown. The Mask can raise the dead. It is a death mask, molded from the face of a long-forgotten king. Wear it and you may summon the dead to you, command them to march at your will. The Harp can open any door, physical or otherwise. Some say between worlds. And the Crown …The Crown can influence anyone, even piercing through the mightiest of mental shields. Its only flaw is that it requires close physical proximity to initially sink its claws into a victim’s mind. But wear the Crown, and you could make your enemies do your bidding.”

A Court of Silver Flames, Chapter 18

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📸: @artworks_by_rokii

“Like a forest rising from the water, spear after spear after spear appeared. Then the helmets, dripping water, some rusted, some shining as if freshly forged. And beneath those helmets: skulls. A line of them; a legion … Every word emptied from Cassian’s head as Nesta, too, emerged from the water, as if lifted on a pillar from beneath. A golden mask sat upon her face, primitive but embossed with whorls and patterns so ancient they’d lost all meaning. Water sluiced down her clothes, her hair had been ripped from its braid, and in her hand, clenched there … A kelpie’s head dangled by its sheet of black hair, torn-up face frozen in a scream. Only silver fire burned behind the eyes of the Mask.”

A Court of Silver Flames, Chapter 36

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📸: @foxy_vanserra

 “Once the wrenching, gasping sounds came out of her, Nesta knew she could not stop. She knelt on the shore of that mountain lake and let go entirely. She allowed every horrible thought to hit her, wash through her … She could never outlive it, her guilt. There was no point in trying. She sobbed into the darkness of her hands. And then the stones clicked, and a warm, steady presence appeared beside her. He didn’t touch her, but his voice was nearby as he said, ‘I’m here.’ She sobbed harder at that. She couldn’t stop. As if a dam had burst and only letting the water run its course, raging through her, would suffice.”

A Court of Silver Flames, Chapter 50

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📸: @dreamworlddweller

“Nesta fell back a step, leading him, them, into the dance, and Cassian went with her. He was not graceful like Eris. He did not instinctively move to each beat like she did. But he kept up, willing to follow her into the music, into the sound and the movement, and his eyes did not, would not, leave her face. Their steps quickened, and Cassian found his rhythm. He spun her, and she whipped herself around, his arms waiting to catch her … Cassian smiled at her, and the world faded away. The music was no longer the most beautiful thing in existence. He was.”

A Court of Silver Flames, Chapter 57

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📸: @dreamworlddweller

“Two hours later, Nesta found herself fully clothed in a bathtub in the middle of the private library, the entire thing filled with bubbles. No water, just bubbles. In matching tubs on either side of her, Emerie and Gwyn were giggling. ‘This is ridiculous,’ Nesta said, even as her mouth curved upward. Each one of their requests had gotten more and more absurd, and Nesta might have felt like they were exploiting the House had it not been so … exuberant in answering their commands. Adding creative flourishes.”

A Court of Silver Flames, Chapter 59

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📸: @dreamworlddweller

“Gwyn stared the ribbon down like an enemy on a battlefield. It rippled in the wind, dancing away, its motions unpredictable as any foe. Gwyn whispered, ‘I am the rock against which the surf crashes.’ Nesta straightened at the words, as if they were a prayer and a summons. Gwyn lifted the blade. ‘Nothing can break me.’ Emerie said, ‘Nothing can break us.’ The world seemed to pause at the words. As if it had been following one path and now branched off in another direction. In a hundred years, a thousand, this moment would still be etched in his mind.”

A Court of Silver Flames, Chapter 60

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📸: @bookartby_amai

“Nesta whirled to the next opponent, but her friends had halted. The males around them were down. Utter silence filled the snowy forest. Even the birds in the pines had stopped chirping. ‘Valkyries,’ Emerie said, eyes blazing bright. Nesta grinned through the blood she knew was splattered on her face. ‘Hell yes.’”

A Court of Silver Flames, Chapter 68

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📸: @sampaiarts

 “She wore the Mask. She’d placed the Crown atop her head. And she cradled the Harp in her arms. No one had ever wielded all three and lived. No one could contain their power, control them—Nesta’s eyes blazed with silver fire behind the Mask. And Cassian knew the being that looked out was neither Fae nor human nor anything that walked the lands of this world.”

A Court of Silver Flames, Chapter 76

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