House of Flame and Shadow (Crescent City, #3)

by Sarah J. Maas

“It is in our history, Rhysand,” Amren said gravely. “But the Asteri were not known by that name. Here, they were called the Daglan.”

Big bad has another name

“The glowing letters inked on her back … they’re the same as those in the Book of Breathings.”

They were Fae like us, but not. The ears, the grace, the strength were identical, but they were shape-shifters, all of them. Each capable of turning into an animal. And each, even in their humanoid body, equipped with elongated canine teeth.

Throne of glass fae?

“I’d rather die trying to bring them down than spend the rest of my life knowing the truth and doing nothing.”

“Please don’t fuck right next to us,” Flynn muttered from a few feet away. “Ugh,” Bryce called from across the stables. “Really?”

Hilarious

It confirmed what Lidia had long guessed. Why she had named Brannon after the oldest legends from her family’s bloodline: of a Fae King from another world, fire in his veins, who had created stags with the power of flame to be his sacred guards.

Throne of glass