Rhysand's sister-the little star of the Night Court. Beloved. Brilliant. Until Rhys went Under the Mountain... and she stopped burning. Bit by bit, she let herself be reduced, forgetting how to shine. Believing love meant pain, and healing was for other people. But Azriel? He sees all of it. Always has, always will. And all he wants is for her to let him love her. A story of a girl who lost herself, and the male who would burn the world to bring her back. Of the family who never stopped loving her, and the Shadowsinger who would wait a thousand years more if she asked.

You never thought you could learn to love again, he never thought someone could look past his scars. But when you discovered you were pregnant with Tamlin's heir a male whose temper was quick and who had banished you from his court out of jealousy, your world flipped. Because, how could you love when you were tied with Tamlin? A male who would stop at nothing to bring his child back to his court and you back into his life. A male who would try to hurt another for loving you.

A love tangled in fire and fear. They were never meant to be more than stolen nights and whispered promises. Eris keeps her at arm's length, bound by his father's cruelty and the danger of wanting too much yet he can't stay away. She takes what little of him he'll give, even as it breaks her. Secrets unravel, brothers circle like wolves, and every stolen moment between them feels both dangerous and inevitable. Until the day he must choose, keep surviving under Beron's shadow... or burn it all down for her.

She's all sunshine, sass, and golden retriever energy. He's strategy, long-suffering patience and black cat energy. She talks enough for the both of them-he listens like she's the only sound in the world. A series of stolen bites, impulsive favours, loud declarations (and louder denials), uphill treks filled with endless chatter, and rooftop silences where love speaks louder than words. A female who refuses to slow down, and the male who never asks her to. Just... matches her pace, in his own way. A love that looks a lot like chaos-and feels a lot like home. He is night incarnate. And still, she is his daylight.

Pregnant, abandoned, and alone, she never expected salvation to come from Azriel, the brooding shadowsinger who insists on giving her shelter when she has nowhere else to turn. What begins as an act of reluctant kindness slowly shifts into something deeper. Stolen glances, quiet comforts in the night, confessions whispered when the world feels too heavy. The walls she's built begin to crack under his steady presence, even as they fight the unfamiliar pull. But with her manipulative ex circling back, she must decide, cling to the past that broke her...or risk everything for the future Azriel is quietly offering.

When Cassian meets her, Tarquin's closest friend and the embodiment of sun-soaked chaos, it's over before it begins. She's golden, wild and dazzling in a way he never stood a chance against. And him? All grin and brute heart, utterly doomed. They circle each other like solar flares, just waiting to collide again. They ruin rooftops, start bar fights and quite literally bring down buildings. They flirt like it's war, kiss like it's peace, and burn like it's never going to end. A story of summer spun through laughter and lust, of two forces too bright to be tamed, too drawn to ever stay apart. Because she is the sun. And Cassian? Cassian would follow her into the fire.

The daughter of Autumn, born of fire and fury but made to be quiet, compliant, perfect. Her choices were never hers. Until him. Azriel, the Shadowsinger of the Night Court. Dangerous. Distant. Off-limits. For years, they were nothing more than heat in the dark, a quiet ache neither dared name. Until one night changed everything. When secrets bloom into something irreversible, she must decide what she's willing to risk to protect a life that was never supposed to exist. A story of a girl born to burn, and a boy made of shadows. He was her shadow. She was his fire. Together, they burned.

Kallias's sister-the Winter Court's quiet heart. Sharp, composed, untouchable. She was born of frost and stars, raised in a palace of ice and silence after war stole too much too soon. All she has left is her brother. Her court. Her restraint. Then there's him-Eris Vanserra. Heir to the Autumn Court. Arrogant, unreadable, fire-forged and court-polished. A male everyone warns her about. A male who's burned every bridge handed to him... except the one that leads to her. Words fly like blades between them, and sparks fly faster. Something begins. Something neither of them dares name. Maybe opposites don't destroy each other. Maybe they were just waiting to finally meet.

She was Winter's frost-untouchable, unfeeling, unbreakable. He was Night's shadow-quiet, patient, and far too curious. When she catches the Shadowsinger slipping through her court, neither expects the spark that follows. Duty should have kept them apart, but fate has a cruel sense of humour. He is shadows and quiet devotion; she is ice and old scars. Yet the more their paths entwine, the thinner the line between warmth and ruin becomes. Because when Azriel looks at her, he doesn't see the cold everyone else fears, he sees the fire she's trying to bury. And when warmth finally finds her again, it looks a lot like him. Even fallen things can fly.