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

by Sarah J. Maas

“What you were born to do—to accomplish the task for which your father brought you into existence,” Apollion said before fading into nothing, leaving Aidas standing alone before the prisoners.

Showing a masked queen, a crown upon her head, bearing instruments in her hand and standing before an adoring crowd.

Azriel said softly, voice tinged with pain, “She looks like Rhysand’s sister.”

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!

It seemed, in fact, like they’d known Rigelus a long while.

soupy darkness,

huh???

“And she,” the Under-King went on, gesturing to that unusual depiction of Urd towering above him, “was not a goddess, but a force that governed worlds. A cauldron of life, brimming with the language of creation. Urd, they call her here—a bastardized version of her true name. Wyrd, we called her in that old world.”

Enemy, his blood sang, and it spoke of caves beneath hills, of plundered graves and musty darkness. Enemy.

I love you. I fell in love with you in the depths of my soul, and it’s my soul that will find yours again in the next life.

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.

But there would be joy to light the dark memories.