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    When Cassian, the Lord of Iron Crest, has a meeting with the High Lord of the Night Court in Illyria, destiny nudges Lady Death into his path.

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    The closer Eris gets to his goals the harder he has to work to keep all plates spinning. Tensions simmer underneath his new alliances, pulling him into the Hewn City where the impact of Rhysand’s rule shapes the future.

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    For four hundred years, Illyria has bled beneath the Night Court’s rule. Its villages are taxed into famine, its children conscripted, its females mutilated, and its sacred mountains stripped to decorate Velaris. Rhysand calls the occupation reform, Feyre calls it peace, and Morrigan insists that a thousand Illyrian lives could never carry the value of royal blood.

    Cassian Bloodstryke has spent centuries proving them wrong.

    Feared across Prythian as the Red King, Cassian commands a rebellion large enough to shatter the Night Court from within. He is a warlord, assassin, strategist, and living symbol of everything Velaris failed to destroy, carrying eleven crimson siphons and the loyalty of clans who remember Illyria before conquest. When Rhysand finally captures him and announces an execution designed to deny his soul passage into the Great Beyond, Cassian turns his imprisonment into another battlefield.

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    22 Aug 2026

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    “Are you…” Nesta started, her voice nothing but a raspy whisper. “Are you real?”

    She said the words as if she couldn’t bear to speak them fully aloud, as if she didn’t quite believe that he was.

    Cassian blinked, brows furrowing. Not once had he ever seen her like this, not even when Elain had been put into the Cauldron, and not even during the war that followed. This was a level of horror he’d rarely seen in anyone, let alone this female, who was stoic until the last moment, always. And so, he heard himself say,

    “I’m real. I’m real, sweetheart. See?”

    Her eyes flicked down to his chest again, as if she didn’t believe him, and he reached for her injured hand gently, moving it so it could rest over his sternum, where his heartbeat rapidly.

    “What is it?” He asked again. “Was it a dream?”

    Her eyes met his, tears still streaming down her face. In a voice that was almost childlike, betraying her own confusion, she asked,

    “You don’t see him?”
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    Or, when Amren pushes Nesta too far at training, she unlocks the full potential of her power, and with it comes devastating consequences.

    A post-ACOWAR AU in which Lady Death sees the dead, with chaotic results.

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    21 Aug 2026

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    “Spare me the self-righteous lecturing, Feyre. You and your new family believe yourselves superior: that anyone who is not deemed worthy by you must bow or be eliminated. I refuse to bow to those I do not respect: and I owe none of you any such obligation. Nor am I obligated to remain where my autonomy is threatened,” Nesta sighed, gentle yet commanding, her voice low and steady and unyielding. “I renounce all ties to the Night Court. From now on, you are no longer my sister.”

    “Where will you go?” Feyre snapped, but Nesta saw it: the sudden realisation that Nesta meant every word.

    “That is no longer your business. Goodbye, Feyre,” Nesta said softly. She rose to her feet, elegant as an empress despite her unkempt clothing. As she stared down her youngest sister, Nesta caressed the delicious power shimmering like slumbering embers deep in her heart, until her veins sang with silver fire, pure light, blistering heat, deadly yet silent.

    Flame was silent: everything it met shattered and snapped, disintegrating, unable to withstand it.

    She was flame. She was undiluted, unrefined, unapologetic power.

    She told Feyre, “You will not hear from me again.”

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