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

by Sarah J. Maas

“We call it the Prison.”

Tithe

But my mother, Theia, used the time she served the Daglan to learn all she could about their instruments of conquest. The Dread Trove, we called it in secret. The Mask, the Harp, the Crown, and the Horn.

Gwydion

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.

“We shall build a new world atop their ashes.”

“Shahar,”

Light it up, Bryce.

“Light it up, Danika!”