A Cour of Worlds and Shadows
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Last published Sat, Oct 3, 2026
She died five hundred years ago. At least, that's what they believed.
When a black dragon descends on a Prythian battlefield-with violet eyes no beast should have-the Night Court discovers that Rhysand's lost sister didn't die. She became something else entirely.
Valerie has spent centuries walking between worlds, building an army from the broken and the forgotten, preparing for something ancient and inevitable.
Now war has come to Prythian's doorstep, and she'll burn down anyone who threatens what's left of her family.
Even if her family doesn't recognize her anymore.
Even if coming home means facing the shadows that never forgot her.
A multi-POV crossover across ACOTAR, Throne of Glass, and Crescent City, where the past never stays where you buried it.
Mature content: explicit scenes, violence, and themes of trauma and captivity in later chapters.
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