A Court of Weeds and Whispers
[ 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐧, 𝐭𝐚𝐦𝐥𝐢𝐧, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨 𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐥. 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 ]
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The Spring Court of Prythian is the most beautiful place that Solys Archeron has ever seen, but a place like this is too good to be true. Especially when it's infested with hell-spawned Fae. None of them can be trusted. None of them deserve to live.
When her sister, Feyre, is stolen away by a vengeful beast, Solys sets out after her without hesitation, ash arrows ready, and vengeance now on her own agenda. But when she arrives to a breathtaking land of roses and greenery, and more food and wine than she's ever seen, slowly, her doubts about her sister's captor begin to fade when a beast becomes a kind-hearted man.
The time for a planned escape mission is over, because nothing can save Solys and Feyre from the darkness ahead. The torture chambers beneath the Mountain are waiting, and the sadistic Queen of Prythian has become aware of the human intruders imposing on her territory. If Solys and Feyre can't put a stop to her plans and fight their way out, there will be nothing left in Amarantha's wake.
