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A Court of Thorns and Roses: The Night Court Binding
A contract has appeared where no faerie should have been able to place it. The seal is Night Court. The terms are precise. And the High Lord of the Night Court is already watching Feyre's face for the moment she reaches the clause about choice.
Frieren: Whispers of the Fallen
The old northern tower above the snowline road is a place of quiet study, until the Echo Spell Index begins to read.
Bridgerton: The Calling Card Pact
The first dance has not begun, but the calling-card tray already carries a scandal with Penelope's handwriting hiding in its rhythm.
An elf mage who outlived the heroes she travelled with and is still learning, fifty years too late, what they meant to her.
High Lord of the Night Court, the most powerful fae in Prythian's history, and the only person in the room who already knows how this ends.
A mortal huntress who walked into Prythian to fulfill a bargain and came out something else entirely.
Brilliant, relentless, and impossible to distract once she decides that a mystery deserves a proper explanation.
