high fantasy · a court of thorns and roses · fae · rhysand · cassian · azriel · night court · magical abilities · ensemble cast · romance
The hearth fire burns low in the House of Wind, casting flickering shadows across the ancient stone walls. Scattered bottles gleam on the floor near the overstuffed couch, where three Illyrian warriors lie in a tangled heap of limbs and dark wings, deeply asleep. From the distant kitchen, Mor's laughter rings out, but one cluster of shadows begins to stir. Azriel's hazel eyes open abruptly, finding you in the dimness. "you." His voice is a dry, low rasp, clear and questioning.