Cassian gave us both a glass of brandy. A tall glass. Seated in an armchair in the family library high […]

I laid my options before me. I doubted the king’s Ravens were stupid enough to be kept talking long enough

I was still sore enough the next day that I had to send word to Cassian I wasn’t training with

It was the most uncomfortable thirty minutes I could recall. Mor and I sipped chilled mint tea by the bay

I dragged myself out of bed by sheer will the next morning. Amren had said the Carver wouldn’t bind himself

We found Nesta and Amren waiting outside the throne room, both of them looking pissy and tired. Well, that made

That’s who the final, empty seat was for. And Rhys … He remained sprawled in his chair, sipping from his

Amren hadn’t dressed Nesta in cobwebs and stardust, as Mor and I were clothed. And she hadn’t dressed Nesta in

When we returned to the town house in the height of summer afternoon heat, Cassian and Azriel drew sticks for

“War is upon us,” I said to the Carver. “Rumor suggests you have … gifts that may be useful upon