When nineteen-year-old huntress Feyre kills a wolf in the woods, a beast-like creature arrives to demand retribution for it. Dragged to a treacherous magical land she only knows about from legends, Feyre discovers that her captor is not an animal, but Tamlin-one of the lethal, immortal faeries who once ruled their world.
As she dwells on his estate, her feelings for Tamlin transform from icy hostility into a fiery passion that burns through every lie and warning she's been told about the beautiful, dangerous world of the Fae. But an ancient, wicked shadow over the faerie lands is growing, and Feyre must find a way to stop it . . . or doom Tamlin-and his world-forever.
Perfect for fans of Kristen Cashore and George R. R. Martin, this first book in a sexy and action-packed new series is impossible to put down!
A Special Introduction from Sarah J. Maas: In this scene, though Feyre has been warned by Tamlin to stay away from the festivities of Fire Night (or Calanmai, a Faerie ceremony in which the magic created during a mating ritual helps regenerate the land for the year ahead), she disobeys his orders and sneaks out to witness the Rite anyway. But after being taunted and terrified by the Fae at the ceremony, she flees back to the safety of Tamlin's manor, where she learns that this night, Tamlin must choose a mate for the Rite. Worse, she learns that if she had remained there, Tamlin's growing attraction to her would have likely compelled him to choose Feyre as his partner. But with the land's magic coursing through him, Tamlin would not be the gentle Fae warrior Feyre has come to know—but rather something and someone far more feral…
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At some point, I dozed off while sitting at my vanity. I awoke the moment the drums stopped. A shuddering silence went through the house, and the hair on my arms arose as magic swept past me, rippling outward.
Though I tried not to, I thought about the probable source and blushed, even as my chest tightened. I glanced at the clock. It was past two in the morning.
Well, he’d certainly taken his time with the ritual, which meant the girl was probably beautiful and charming, and appealed to his instincts.
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