“Behind me, the setting sun stained the black-and-white tiles of the hall floor a shimmering shade of tangerine, and my long shadow seemed to pulse to the beat of the drums. Even the garden, usually buzzing with the orchestra of its denizens, had quieted to hear the drums. There was a string- a string tied to my gut that pulled me toward those hills, commanding me to go, to hear the faerie drums...” Sarah J MaasSunsetFeyreFeyre ArcheronA Court Of Thorns And RosesPullDrumsHallTangerineFaerie Drums Book:A Court of Thorns and Roses Source: A Court of Thorns and Roses