“She was a rose bloom in a mud field. Filled with galloping horses. 'Don't be afraid of them,' Nesta said beneath lowered brows. If Elain was a blooming flower in this army camp, then Nesta... she was a freshly forged sword, waiting to draw blood.” RoseSarah J MaasNesta ArcheronNestaA Court Of Wings And RuinSwordMetaphorsElain ArcheronElainArmy Camp Book:A Court of Wings and Ruin Source: A Court of Wings and Ruin