For many years, Prythrian has been in peace- the threat of Hybern attacking has been removed, and the high lords have somewhat gotten along since. But when a new threat arises, deep in the Illyrian mountains, the fate of the Night Court and all of Prythrian rests upon an Illyrian who is no more than a shadow...
For years, Aegan was banished from her homeland to a dark forest, by her own people and a dark king, never expecting to be released from that hell. However, following the king's death, Aegan is released, wishing only to be reunited with her dearest Sasha, and to live a life of and to seek vengeance on those who wronged her.
But when she meets a young High Fae, she is brought back into the real world, and is faced with an opportunity to fulfill her revenge on the ones who cast her away. But when a rival war band threats to attack, she is forced to choose- fight alongside the ones she hates, or watch the Night Court and all of Prythrian burn.
I spent fifty years avoiding my cousin and his family. Sitting here opposite of the most beautiful male I'd ever known, I cursed myself for those years. I could have met Azriel, Shadowsinger of the Night Court, a little sooner.
A few months earlier, Alya Song had been dragged to lan execution post and tied up by a War Lord of the Illyrian War Camp, Alhallow. After the weeks they'd spent torturing her, she had no fight left. So she closed her eyes and tried to think of a better place. Her mother had told her stories of a city with music and magic and light, with joy echoing in the streets, day and night. So, with death threatening to strike, she dreamed of the City of Starlight.
She didn't expect to actually end up there, amongst her second cousin and his family. She didn't expect to be dragged into their ranks just as a War was brewing. And she certainly didn't expect for them to ask for her help. But then again, Rhysand, Feyre, and the Inner Circle were never the people they pretended to be, so 'unexpected' was a given.