Sometimes we have to give up that which we love most so that it can be saved, to be enjoyed by others, but never ourselves again.
Feyre has survived beyond that terrible day under the mountain. But at what cost? Immortal, broken and unable to feel. Has Tamlin doomed her to a wraith like existence?
When the light and life of new Spring is so damning, where can she flee to but the Night?
This story takes place after ACOTAR. All characters belong to the talented Sarah J Maas, who I hope is locked away in a tower somewhere, writing a sequel so that my tormented soul can find out what happens next instead of having to write mishap versions of her incredible story.