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Darlings, come closer.
I have a story for you.
You see, there are some things even the High Lords have forgotten.
Old bloodlines.
Old magic.
Old secrets.
And every now and then, something thought to be long dead has the audacity to turn up alive.
Imagine, if you will, a warrior who has been missing from history for centuries.
A male who speaks an ancient tongue no one remembers.
Who wears the garments of a forgotten age.
Who has secrets even the High Lord of the Night Court cannot uncover.
And, unfortunately for our beloved Shadowsinger, that male has walked straight into the House of Wind.
Now, I could tell you exactly what happens next.
But where would be the fun in that?
All I shall say is this:
Cassian does not know what to make of him.
The House knows considerably more than it should.
And Azriel?
Well.
Our dear Shadowsinger has always been very good at keeping secrets, and discovering them.
Unfortunately, some secrets have a way of keeping themselves.
So come, darlings.
Pour yourself some tea.
Sit with me.
And let me tell you about the Lost Whitethorn Heir.