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Chapter ix. Silver Flame, Silver Forge
One oath was taken. One promise was chosen. Only one can open the way. The words burned across the stone. Nesta could still feel the place where the chain had touched her palm. A cold, bright mark pulsed beneath her skin, answering the red thread that ran from Cassian’s wrist into the dark. The Archive…
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Chapter viii. The Keeper of Unkept Promises
The chain stopped three inches from Nesta’s throat. Not because it had changed its mind. Because she had. Cassian could feel the thing straining toward her. One link hovered before the hollow of her neck, black metal trembling in the strange silver light beneath Ramiel. The others dragged behind it across the stone, each scrape…
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Chapter vi. The Memory Beneath Ramiel
“Eight will feed it.” The words remained in the dark long after the voice stopped speaking. Nesta stared through the opening. Nothing moved beyond it. No footsteps. No breathing. No conveniently visible ancient monster waiting to explain itself. Only darkness. Beside her, Cassian had gone perfectly still. Emerie was the first to speak. “Well…” Nesta…
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October Is Coming, Bestie. It’s Time to Read Something a Little Cursed
Put down the wholesome summer romance. We have witches, secrets and extremely questionable supernatural decisions to make. Bestie, we’ve made it. September is packing her bags. October is standing outside holding a candle and looking suspicious. And suddenly the books that sounded slightly too dark in July? Delicious. I don’t want sunshine anymore. I want…
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What Kind of Romance Reader Are You This September?
Cozy, spicy, witchy or currently making terrible fictional decisions? Let’s diagnose the TBR. Quick, bestie. No thinking. It’s Friday night. You have cancelled everything, acquired snacks and nobody is allowed to need anything from you for the foreseeable future. What are we reading? Something sweet and cozy where you know everything will eventually be okay?…
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The “Just One More Chapter” Romance Books We Blame for Our Sleep Problems
Tomorrow-you would like a word. Tonight-you does not care. Bestie, it’s 11:07 p.m. You’re going to read one chapter. Very mature. Very responsible. Look at you respecting your sleep schedule. Then somebody kisses somebody they absolutely should not be kissing. Suddenly it’s 12:43 a.m., your Kindle battery is at 14%, and you’ve begun calculating whether…
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Chapter v. What the Thread Remembers
You voted. Emerie follows the power—tracing who benefited from every oath Ilyra has cut. The silver ash is still climbing the wall, and it isn’t slowing down. The ash reached the base of the thread beside Cassian’s at the exact moment Emerie slammed a second ledger shut. “Oh no,” she said… which was not what…
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The Night Terror
He woke from bad dreams loudly. Had for as long as he could remember — a childhood thing that had never fully resolved, his nervous system apparently unwilling to believe the dark was safe without periodic confirmation. Mira had been startled the first time. Alarmed. She’d reached for him in the dark and found him…
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The Grocery List
He sent her a photo of the grocery list every time he went, just to check if she needed anything added. He’d been doing this for four years. It had started as practicality and become, somehow, a ritual she looked forward to with a fondness entirely disproportionate to the act. Sometimes she added things. Sometimes…
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Chapter iv. Blood Recognizing Blood
You voted. Nesta and Cassian are telling Rhys and Feyre everything. This should go beautifully, provided nobody objects to concealed blood-oaths, ancient magical archives, or possible death before breakfast.… Cassian had walked into burning cities with less dread than he felt walking into this study. Nesta went first, as if she’d decided somewhere between the…
