The continuation of Dance of Shadows Amarantha has struck. Asteria and Rhysand are being held captive Under the Mountain along with almost all of Prythian. Azriel can't do anything to save her. How ever will they find their way back to each other?

Velaris. City of Starlight, Art and most importantly Freedom. Or so it seems for Meira. As daughter of an Illyrian Lord she has never been able to go see the City herself, not to even speak of freedom. When her parents set the date for her clipping Meira can't take it anymore, she flees. ************************************* "See! You're laughing!" I put a bookmark into the book and slapped it shut. Azriel's voice sounded through me: "I'm not laughing, believe me." I glared at him suspiciously, now he grinned, I rolled my eyes: "I think it's a cute story." "It is, you'll tell me how it ends?" he sounded somewhat serious. I squinted at him, he smiled at me again, an almost invisible dimple coming out on the left of his lips: "Fine."

Each year Under The Mountain, Amarantha sent Rhysand to the Spring Court with the order to watch Tamlin during Calanmai and report back to her who he had chosen as his Maiden. With no other choice, Rhysand did as she asked, knowing he was condemning those females to death, because they had touched something the Queen saw as hers. But one female had escaped, pregnant. She managed to evade Amarantha's guards for years until her luck ran out. When Amarantha learns of her child, of Tamlin's daughter, she decides she'd make the perfect gift for her father's enemy...The High Lord of the Night Court, Rhysand.

He was the darkness. She was the star who lit it up. In which the shadowsinger of the Night Court falls for his High Lord's long lost sister. "He was like a breath of fresh air after being held underwater for eternity." - "She was his punishment for every bad thing he had ever done. For no one could make him bleed the way she did." - Azriel x oc story

Galadriel was once a spy, deep in the Autumn Court but an act of loyalty to a friend cost her that position. Now forced back into hiding, the Night Court takes charge in keeping her hidden from Beron's search for her head. Loyal to her spymaster, she faces the backlash of what that has cost her in the near two hundred years of lying and the weight of her failure breaks her down bit by bit.