Feyre I painted and painted and painted. My heart thundered the entire time, steady as a war-drum. I painted until […]

Feyre I shouldn’t have eaten dinner. It was the thought tumbling through my head as I neared the studio Ressina

Cassian A storm was coming. Right in time for Solstice. It wouldn’t hit for another day or two, but Cassian

Rhysand “You really do know how to give Solstice presents, Az.” I turned from the wall of windows in my

Morrigan There was no light in this place. There never had been. Even the evergreen garlands, holly wreaths, and crackling

Feyre I was curled up on the bed, toasty and drowsy atop the layers of blankets and down quilts, when

Feyre The Rainbow was a hum of activity, even with the drifting veils of snow. High Fae and faeries alike

Cassian Cassian wasn’t entirely certain that he could deal with Devlon and his warriors without throttling them. At least, not

Rhysand It was barely nine in the morning, and Cassian was already pissed. The watery winter sun tried and failed

Feyre The first snow of winter had begun whipping through Velaris an hour earlier. The ground had finally frozen solid