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“To the people who look at the stars and wish, Rhys.“ Rhys clinked his glass against mine. “To the stars who listen— and the dreams that are answered.”

What if I tell you what the rock and darkness and see beyond whispered to me, Lord of Bloodshed? How they shuddered in fear, on that island across the sea. How they trembled when she emerged. She took something—something precious. She ripped it out with her teeth. What came out was not what went in.

“But then she snapped your neck.” Tears rolled down his face. “And I felt you die,” he whispered. Tears were sliding down my own cheeks.

Cretea is the island that Miryam and Drakon’s people went to live on after leaving Prythian following the War. Cretea is located in a forgotten part of the sea. It’s population consists of a mixture of Fae, Half-Fae and Mortals. Both live there in harmony, according to Miryam and Drakon’s morals. The island is protected by magic, and only a few people know about it, including the Inner Circle.

I was a dreamer born into the Court of Nightmares. (Happy Birthday @doranhavilliard​!)

Miryam told Nephelle to save herself. But Nephelle would not abandon her friend. She picked her up and she flew.

He wiped away the tears sliding down my face. “I believe that everything happened, exactly the way it had to… so I could find you.”

“When you spend so long trapped in darkness, you find that the darkness begins to stare back.”