16 A Court of Thorns and Roses (ACOTAR) Fan Art Pieces That Tell Feyre’s Tale of Strength and Sacrifice

When 19-year-old Feyre Archeron leaves her ramshackle cottage one winter morning in search of food for her starving family, little does she know her life as she knows it will be forever changed. Stolen away to the faerie lands of Prythian as retribution for killing one of their kind, Feyre soon discovers that she is to live in the Spring Court with none other than the High Lord himself.

As Feyre attempts to adjust to this new world full of ancient magic and deadly creatures, she finds her feelings of attraction and affection for Tamlin far outweigh those of trepidation and fear. Upon learning that an ancient curse looms over his lands, leaving violence and blight in its wake, she knows without a doubt that she is willing to do whatever it takes to free the male she has grown to love.

What results is a harrowing journey plagued by physical, mental and emotional torture, the likes of which Feyre has never known. With the help of an unlikely ally, she narrowly scrapes by with her life, though not without paying the ultimate price of her humanity. 

Thanks to the help and hard work of talented AI artists across the fandom, we’re showcasing 16 extraordinary pieces of A Court of Thorns and Roses fan art that tell the tale of Feyre’s strength, sacrifice, and survival in the name of love.

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📸: @bookartby_amai

“I was a decent shot, but I’d never faced a wolf. I’d thought it made me lucky—even blessed. But now … I didn’t know where to hit or how fast they moved. I couldn’t afford to miss. Not when I only had one ash arrow … If I judged wrongly, my life wasn’t the only one that would be lost. But my life had been reduced to nothing but risks these last eight years that I’d been hunting in the woods, and I’d picked correctly most of the time.”

A Court of Thorns and Roses, Chapter 1

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📸: @dreamworlddweller

“I slung off my outer clothes onto the sagging dresser—frowning at the violets and roses I’d painted around the knobs of Elain’s drawer, the crackling flames I’d painted around Nesta’s, and the night sky—whorls of yellow stars standing in for white—around mine. I’d done it to brighten the otherwise dark room. They’d never commented on it. I don’t know why I ever expected them to.”

A Court of Thorns and Roses, Chapter 2

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📸: @cassiesbookclub

 “The beast had to be as large as a horse, and while his body was somewhat feline, his head was distinctively wolfish. I didn’t know what to make of the curled, elk-like horns that protruded from his head. But lion or hound or elk, there was no doubting the damage his black, daggerlike claws and yellow fangs could inflict.”

A Court of Thorns and Roses, Chapter 4

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📸: @oricreatesxo

“The estate sprawled across a rolling green land. I’d never seen anything like it; even our former manor couldn’t compare. It was veiled in roses and ivy, with patios and balconies and staircases sprouting from its alabaster sides. The grounds were encased by woods, but stretched so far that I could barely see the distant line of the forest. So much color, so much sunlight and movement and texture … I could hardly drink it in fast enough. To paint it would be useless, would never do it justice.”

A Court of Thorns and Roses, Chapter 6

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📸: @artworks_by_rokii

“This beast was not a man, not a lesser faerie. He was one of the High Fae, one of their ruling nobility: beautiful, lethal, and merciless. He was young—or at least what I could see of his face seemed young. His nose, cheeks, and brows were covered by an exquisite golden mask embedded with emeralds shaped like whorls of leaves. Some absurd High Fae fashion, no doubt. It left only his eyes—looking the same as they had in his beast form, strong jaw, and mouth for me to see, and the latter tightened into a thin line.”

A Court of Thorns and Roses, Chapter 6

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📸: @bookartby_amai

“Then slowly, it turned to me, the dark veil draped over its bald head blowing in a phantom breeze. A face that looked like it had been crafted from dried, weatherworn bone, its skin either forgotten or discarded, a lipless mouth and too-long teeth held by blackened gums, slitted holes for nostrils, and eyes … eyes that were nothing more than swirling pits of milky white—the white of death, the white of sickness, the white of clean-picked corpses.”

A Court of Thorns and Roses, Chapter 14

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📸: @dreamworlddweller

“The liquid was delightfully warm, and I strode in until it was deep enough to swim out a few strokes and casually tread in place. Not water, but something smoother, thicker. Not oil, but something purer, thinner. Like being wrapped in warm silk. I was so busy savoring the tug of my fingers through the silvery substance that I didn’t notice him until he was treading beside me.”

A Court of Thorns and Roses, Chapter 18

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📸: @artworks_by_rokii

“Weeks passed, the days melting together. I painted and painted, most of it awful and useless. I never let anyone see it, no matter how much Tamlin prodded and Lucien smirked at my paint-splattered clothes; I never felt satisfied that my work matched the images burning in my mind. Often I painted from dawn until dusk, sometimes in that room, sometimes out in the garden.”

A Court of Thorns and Roses, Chapter 19

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📸: @dreamworlddweller

“‘There you are. I’ve been looking for you,’ said a deep, sensual male voice I’d never heard. But I kept my eyes on the three faeries, bracing myself for flight as the male behind me stepped to my side and slipped a casual arm around my shoulders. “Thank you for finding her for me,” my savior said to them, smooth and polished … I stepped out of the shelter of my savior’s arm and turned to thank him. Standing before me was the most beautiful man I’d ever seen.”

A Court of Thorns and Roses, Chapter 20

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📸: @shauna_the_author

“I was about to pass him when he grabbed me, so fast that I didn’t see anything until he had me pinned against the wall. ‘I smelled you,’ he breathed, his painted chest rising and falling so close to mine. ‘I searched for you, and you weren’t there.’ He reeked of magic. When I looked into his eyes, remnants of power flickered there. No kindness, none of the wry humor and gentle reprimands. The Tamlin I knew was gone. Still riding the magic, he was half-wild. ‘You drove me mad,’ he growled, and the sound trembled down my neck, along my breasts until they ached … I couldn’t escape. I wasn’t entirely sure that I wanted to.”

A Court of Thorns and Roses, Chapter 21

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📸: @dreamworlddweller

“I skipped between the dancers, twirling my skirts. No chains, no boundaries—just me and the music, dancing and dancing. I wasn’t faerie, but I was a part of this earth, and the earth was a part of me, and I would be content to dance upon it for the rest of my life… I was loosened, a top whirling around and around, and I didn’t know who I danced with or what they looked like, only that I had become the music and the fire and the night, and there was nothing that could slow me down.”

A Court of Thorns and Roses, Chapter 25

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📸: @sampaiarts

“As though I were nothing but air myself, he pulled me into a sweeping dance. I barely remembered any of the steps I’d learned in childhood, but he compensated for it with his feral grace, never faltering, always sensing any stumble before I made it as we danced across the spirit-riddled field. I was as unburdened as a piece of dandelion fluff, and he was the wind that stirred me about the world.”

A Court of Thorns and Roses, Chapter 25

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📸: @dreamworlddweller

 “There, lounging on a black throne, was Amarantha. Though lovely, she wasn’t as devastatingly beautiful as I had imagined, wasn’t some goddess of darkness and spite. It made her all the more petrifying … Then I looked to the black rock throne beside her, and my arms buckled beneath me. He was still wearing that golden mask, still wearing his warrior’s clothes, that baldric—even though there were no knives sheathed along it, not a single weapon anywhere on him.”

A Court of Thorns and Roses, Chapter 34

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📸: @booknuts_

“It was a giant worm, or what might have once been a worm had its front end not become an enormous mouth filled with ring after ring of razor-sharp teeth. It barreled toward me, its pinkish brown body surging and twisting with horrific ease. These trenches were its lair. And I was dinner.”

A Court of Thorns and Roses, Chapter 36

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📸: @dreamworlddweller

“I wept for hours. For myself, for Tamlin, for the fact that I should be dead and had somehow survived. I cried for everything I’d lost, every injury I’d ever received, every wound—physical or otherwise. I cried for that trivial part of me, once so full of color and light—now hollow and dark and empty. I couldn’t stop. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t beat her. She won today, and she hadn’t known it.”

A Court of Thorns and Roses, Chapter 40

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📸: @sampaiarts

“Amarantha’s blood had vanished from his face, his tunic, as Tamlin slammed to his knees. He scooped up my limp, broken body, cradling me to his chest. He hadn’t removed his mask, but I saw the tears that fell onto my filthy tunic, and I heard the shuddering sobs that broke from him as he rocked me, stroking my hair.”

A Court of Thorns and Roses, Chapter 45

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