Fever Dreams
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A Court Of Thorns And Roses
Feyres' world is finally perfect, 10 years after the war, she has a beautiful son and a baby daughter. Her friends have families, and the world is slowly fixing itself. But... what if that's not the case at all. What if it was all a dream, a carefully made dream. And she was still under Amaranthas thumb, still in a jail cell experiencing torture for Amanrathas amusement. What if she never escaped in the first place, and all of it was just a lie, a lie that Rhysand had trapped her in. Monster, manipulator, mate. He'd given her all she could dream of and saved her from the reality that Feyre.. had never escaped under the mountain. And now, when Rhysand gets deathly ill, reality begins to bleed into the dream he'd carefully created. And slowly Feyres entire world begins to change and crumble around her.
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