A Throne of glass and A court of thorns and roses crossover
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Ongoing, First published Jan 05, 2020
ON HOLD This story takes place after kingdom of ash and a court of frost and starlight.

Everyone has returned to Terrasen for a reunion but when a new fae comes stumbling across Terrasen with news that leaves everyone in shock everything is thrown off balance. Will this new fae be a threat? And what of the news they bring. 

A SNEEK PEAK.  at the court of dreams
"Where is she!" A voice called throughout the river mansion. Low and deadly, the clam before the storm. "Its going to be okay, we will find her." A soft female voice assured
"Okay? Okay! This is not okay." He let out a dark chuckle turning to face the rest of us.
"She left, ran away, and..." He trailed off, anger and sorrow clear in his face.
Cassian wasn't sure he was breathing, she was gone really gone. His heart was beating wildly and his mind was racing with worry. "You need to calm down Cassian its going to be ok." Feyre said again trying to calm Cassian down.  There was no more kind loving Cassian not without her. Cassian exploded into a fit of rage, his eyes blazing. "No, she left and it's your fault!" With that the warrior took of into the night. The beat of his wings echoing throughout The city.

SNEAK PEEK at the court of Terrasen and their friends 
"What's your name?" Lysandra asked cautiously, careful not to hurt or scare the female.
"What's yours!?" the female snapped back. "I like her already," Aelin said  nodding towards the female. "Aelin why am I not surprised?" Aedion said looking at his cousin then the strange female.  
"All we need is another crazy strong female warrior that makes brash decisions." He said more to himself than the others. "I heard that" Aelin said from beside Rowan 
"Oh no," Aedion yelped running away from his cousin and Lysandra who to Aedions eternal fear turned into a snow leopard with Aelin on her back. Goldryn in his counions hand.
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