House of Sky and Breath (Crescent City, #2)

by Sarah J. Maas

It means that he’s going ballistic in the way that only mates can when the other is threatened. It’s what happened then, and what’s happening now. You’re true mates—the way Fae are mates, in your bodies and souls. That’s what was different about your scent the other day. Your scents have merged. As they do between Fae mates.

angel’s heart in familiar handwriting. Through love, all is possible. She knew that handwriting. “Why,” she asked carefully, voice shaking, “do you have Danika’s handwriting tattooed on you?” Baxian’s dark eyes became pained. Empty. “Because Danika was my mate.”

“And her scent? Was it like snow and embers?” Ithan stilled. The ground seemed to sway. “How do you know that?” The old wolf bowed his silvery head. “Because Sabine is not the only Fendyr heir.”

An isle of near-permanent twilight, the home world of her breed of Fae … A land of Dusk. “Dusk’s Truth,” Bryce breathed. It wasn’t just the name of this room that Danika had been talking about with Sofie.

Ruhn’s head eddied away as a familiar, lovely scent hit him. As he beheld the female who leapt to her feet, now a wall between him and the Harpy. The Hind.

leathery wings

splattered with paint.

Her hands were tattooed to the elbows in intricate swirls.

lol you can literally see my brain piecing it together

The winged, dark-haired male who stepped in behind her … Bryce gasped. “Ruhn?”

thas craaayyyz

The male stepped forward, tucking in his wings. He smiled slightly and said in the Old Language, in a voice like glorious night, “Hello, Bryce Quinlan. My name is Rhysand.”

SCREAMT