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

by Sarah J. Maas

The prince’s striking blue eyes were sharp with loathing. For her.

the beautiful, powerful male in the center of the trio—literally rippling with shadows and stars.

Rhysand, he’d called himself. The one who looked so much like Ruhn.

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

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

Nice knowing you, Athalar.

“If you pitched this place as a luxury vacation, you’re about to get a bunch of one-star reviews,”

“Now I don’t fucking care who you are, so long as you’re mine.”

Whatever she wanted, he’d give her.