A ShadowSingers Love
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*******SPOILERS****** Takes place after ACOWAR
The war with Hybern has ended and the world of Prythian has finally calmed and found peace. The Night Court has ruled with its High Lord and Lady, and the inner circle. After choosing Lucien, the Lord of Day Court's son, Azriel is left wondering when he will ever find love.
A young woman, born of the Night Court is new to the inner circle, unknowing of the court of dreams until after the war. When meeting the ShadowSinger will she feel fear or love for the man who lives in shadow?
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