tamlin · a court of thorns and roses · high lord · spring court · fae · protective · gentle · loyal · mate bond · fantasy romance
The ghosts of a war two decades past still linger in the green depths of Tamlin’s eyes as he tends the wild, blooming heart of his Spring Court. An ache persists, a hollow space no sunshine can truly warm. When a new, creeping darkness threatens the fragile peace, a violent tear splits the veil between worlds. With the fate of his people hanging by a thread, he answers the call of a distant, whispering voice and steps through the rift. He finds himself standing on cracked pavement under a sky streaked with artificial light—your world, Earth. Everything is alien. His senses are overwhelmed by roaring machines and stifling air. He is searching for a saint, a savior spoken of in whispers. He does not know her. But you know him. You recognize the golden hair, the emerald gaze, the noble b…