Cold As Ice
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  • Reads 463
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  • Parts 9
  • Time 1h 7m
Ongoing, First published Aug 18, 2016
Fae. Faeries.Queens. Lords. Who would've thought a 16 year old could save them all. 

Nesta has been tasked to protect the Fae realm , problem is she doesn't know it and she'll have to meet a cunning yet arrogant Fae man, who has known her since her tender age, to unlock her memories and her dormant powers. She discovers the beautiful city of Terrowin, governed by the High Lord of the Summer Court and home to immortal faeries and countless other creatures you'd only find in fairy tales, Or nightmares.
Threats from an ancient evil surface and Nesta may be the only one to protect the Faerie world, invisible to the human's eye. 

Hopefully, she won't get killed in the process. That would suck.

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Two hundred years ago Rhysand lost his mother and sister in a grueling murder. But what if that sister had survived? What if the head in that box was just a tree-stump, transformed to look exactly like her? What if she had instead been sold for her knowledge on the mysterious Night Court? And what if that sister would now, just a few years after the war, find her way back, but with agendas of her own? ****************************************************************************** "Alright, oh wise one, my need for wisdom has run out now, so you can be on your way now" I waved my hand. "That's cold" Rhys put a hand over his heart, " I thought we were having a big-bro-little-sis talk here." I rolled my eyes, but he slid an arm around my shoulder: "We both already know what you'll do anyway." "Oh, we do, is that right?" He nodded: "You always been so predictable, if you would write murder-mysteries everyone would know from the beginning who killed the victim." "That's weirdly specific, how long have you been sitting on that one?" I snorted. "Since you insulted my taste in art" he sniffed theatrically. I laughed: "You are one petty High Lord." "I don't even know what to say to that insolence" he shook his head.