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

by Sarah J. Maas

“All right,” Bryce said, resisting the urge to plug her ears against the unholy din. “Let’s go.” “That’s the first wise decision you’ve made,” drawled a deep male voice from the tunnel behind them. And there was nowhere to run, nothing to do but stand and face the threat, as Morven stalked out of the mists. And behind him, flame simmering in his eyes, strode the Autumn King.

Tea

Apollion lifted a hand. Pure, sizzling lightning danced around it, arcing out to meet Hunt’s. “Welcome, son,” said the Prince of the Pit.

Wyrd, we called her in that old world.”

“Brannon.”

But Ember continued, looking only at Nesta, “I am glad of one thing: that I was able to meet you.”