Heir of Fire (Throne of Glass, #3)

by Sarah J. Maas

The man—male—down the alley was Fae.

Sounds a heck of a lot like Rhysand Oh oh dear you don’t even know.

“Because I had nowhere else to go.”

SJM is so good at parallels

“And if I asked for the moon on a string?” “Then I would start praying to Deanna.”

He looked at his friend, perhaps for the last time, and said what he had always known, from the moment they’d met, when he’d understood that the prince was his brother in soul. “I love you.”

THE TRUE FRIENDSHIP