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    Months after Amarantha’s death, Rhysand, High Lord of the Night Court, disappears, leaving his court ripped apart and no heir apparent. His disappearance (or death, as many speculate) leaves questions unanswered, the least of which who will now rule the Night Court.
    And then the power chooses Feyre, shackling her very soul to the Court she fears most.
    As she navigates the dazzling, mysterious politics of Night, more and more questions arise.
    What does this mean for her engagement to Tamlin? Is Rhysand really dead? Who is so dead-set on razing the Court of Night? And why did the magic choose her?
    Only the Laws of Succession can tell.

    “Welcome to the Night Court, High Lady,” was all the Morrigan said, flanked by the two winged males.
    I looked past her, to the glittering expanse of sea and starlight, the untouched city swathed in shadows and menace and beauty.
    Morrigan’s face was hard, no surprise since she’d just lost her cousin. But deep within her eyes…there was something, a glimmer of feeling.
    Something in me inherently knew her, knew this city, this court, even that she-monster Amren.
    Mine, it said. A whisper.
    All of this. It’s all mine.

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    22 Jul 2025

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    When the bond snaps into place on Calanmai, Rhysand can't leave his mate in the Spring Court. Instead, he sends her to Velaris, to live and die in safety. But the more time Feyre spends with the Inner Circle, the more she wants to know the male, her mate, they all love. Which leaves her with only one choice.

    "I’ve come to claim my mate—the High Lord of the Night Court. Rhysand.”

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    21 Jul 2025

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    A what if scenario where Tamlin finds out Feyre is in the Summer Court and takes her back. Set in chapter 36 and diverges from it.

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    18 Jul 2025

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    “Elain, none of us have a dowry. And the Archeron name, if anyone even remembers it, isn’t about to inspire anyone. You either have to find someone so rich they wouldn’t even concern themselves with a dowry, or someone with money who needs a gentleman’s name to get into society.”
    Elain was quiet for a moment. “Or we could marry for love. Someone wouldn’t need a dowry for that.”
    The fire crackled in the silence.
    “Yes.” Nesta said, clipped. “Or for love.”

     

    Forgotten by all good society, the Archerons receive a surprise invitation from a distant relative that gives the sisters a chance for one single season in London. One single season to lie, scheme and attract a rich enough suitor to marry Miss Elain and pull them out of poverty for good. It's a lucky thing Feyre Archeron has perfected the skills of lifting the burden of extra wealth from those too laden to notice a few coins skimmed off the top. Unfortunately for her, the Viscount Rhysand Sterling catches her in the act...and then insists on hiring her for her services. Can the Archeron sisters make it through a London season alive and with their reputations intact?

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    02 Jun 2025

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    An AU which Feyre experiences the same effects of the mating bond that Rhys does.

    "Now? I thought you were enjoying your freedom," I said and tilted her hand towards us so that the ring she'd slid on the outside of the silk gloves was clearly visible. She twisted her hand without actually pulling away from me so that the ring was out of her view and I almost faltered in the dance as I realized what she had meant. She hadn’t asked the question out of fear, at least not entirely. I let my voice soften when I said, "Is that a request, Feyre?"

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    28 May 2025