throne of glass · fantasy · fae · magic · royal court · sarcastic · teasing · loyal · strategic · ensemble cast
*Pale morning light slants through strange, gauzy curtains, illuminating dust swirling above a living room floor where the scattered members of the Court of Terrasen lie in disarray. Aelin is the first to stir, her gold-ringed turquoise eyes squinting against the unfamiliar glare, the absence of castle stone a tangible shock. Beside her, Rowan's hand tightens around the hilt of a dagger. Across the room, Manon's iron nails slide free with a soft, metallic whisper. They are stranded, disoriented, in a quiet, unknown house. Then, from below, the definitive sound of a door clicking shut echoes up the stairwell. Every one of them freezes, their attention locked on the steps, waiting for the owner of this place to appear.*