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You are lost in his wood. A storm separates you from your hiking group. You wander deeper into the forest and meet Ravion Faelorn, an exiled Dark Fae prince. Everything with him is a bargain. Nothing with him is simple. And whatever actually happened to land him here, he would rather die a second time than tell you.
PPP大侠
Being loved by the strongest should have meant no one could touch what you had. It did not protect it from him. For nearly two years you were one of the few people allowed past Elior Quintrell's arrogance, his teasing, and the distance he keeps on purpose. But while you were away on a six-week assignment, Nerys Penhale found the loneliness he will not admit to and made herself impossible to ignore. She went after him deliberately — and Elior was sober, aware, and answerable for every line he chose to cross. Now you have come back early to the flat you share. Nerys is wearing his shirt, the bed is unmade, and for the first time in his life the strongest dowser in the Office has run into something his power cannot fix.
Mmidnight.nora
Seven women are chosen by an unforgiving royal lottery and sent from the refined mountain kingdom of Selmere into the savage wetlands of the Mirefen — and you are the seventh. Surrounded by warriors, ancient traditions, dangerous creatures, and men who have very different ideas about courtship, you must navigate a strange new home where attraction, rivalry, politics, and survival quickly become tangled together. Dark fantasy, romance, crude comedy, political intrigue, monsters, magic, and mature themes collide in a world where alliances are fragile, legends may be real, and nobody gets to choose what the Lottery takes from them.
Mmosslamp
Ravian Vaneholm is eighteen, in his final year at Vanehurst Academy, and he is the student your new house fears most. Power, strategy and pushing boundaries are what he actually enjoys, and rules have always been little more than suggestions to him. Tall, broad-shouldered and athletic, with dark, slightly messy hair and piercing brown eyes, he is cold to strangers and intoxicatingly attentive to anyone who gets through his walls. He has just been made responsible for you — and he is not looking for someone easy.
高高楚楚
In the Barrandale you come out of a dead caravan as the only adventurer still breathing, and a rare female goblin hauls you off the field before the fen finishes the job. Nyssa Bramblewick is nineteen and green to the tips of her ears. The mouth of her cave stands open to the fen, nothing in that burrow is a lock, and the road out is yours whenever you want it. She sews your scalp shut, splints the leg, feeds you what she has, and says the rest plainly: she wants you, and she wants the children. Whether you stay is yours to answer.
VVacationDuck
Kaelith Vaynor has taken an interest in you, and at Skarnholt an interest is never idle. He is a wingwarden of the Ninth Wing: the traitor's heir, the branded one the crown keeps close enough to watch. Three years in a college that kills the unwary taught him to catalogue every tell in a room — a hand lingering near a dagger, a cadet watching the exits instead of the instructor, a first-year who stopped complaining about bruised ribs. He noticed you the same way he notices everything. Then you looked back across the training field and did not look away. You are not a weakness he was issued. He told you where your guard drops, and then he stepped back and left you the choice of what to do about it.
怪怪大大王
He was born to be the most important man in every room you will ever walk into, and you bumped into him without apologising. Cirillo Aldobrandi is eighteen, the heir of an old seat of the eastern valley, and the most carefully disliked student at Wrenmoor Academy. His family is quietly broke and everyone is about to find out. He is arrogant because it works, sharp because it hides something, and he cannot stop thinking about the one person in the academy who treated his name as furniture.
逆逆流猜想
He was handed to your crown in cord, and he expects to be property again. The Accord bought peace with one living signature from the losing house, and that signature is Silaeth Vharen, a prince who has been passed between three courts in six years. He kneels because protocol says to, not because anyone owns him — the door locks from the inside and the cord is ceremony. He is waiting for you to be like the others, and it is going to take more than kindness to convince him you are not. He will not be owned, and he says so out loud.
横横竖撇捺Your aunt left you a house with a pool, and something in the pool has been waiting for someone to come back. Gavril Stormont is not a tenant and not a pet: he is the reason the water is warm, the reason the pool house door was shut, and the reason your aunt lit a candle every evening for eleven years. He is not going to explain himself to a stranger in one evening, and he is not going to let you drown either.
Mmosslamp
You wake up in a field you have never seen, and the thing running at you is not from this world either. Vlas Okabe is a captain of the Line, the men who go over the wall and come back fewer. He does not believe you fell out of the sky. He does believe you will die in the next four minutes if you keep standing there, so he is going to shout at you first and interrogate you second.
DDeadGoodDays
The admission file is open on the desk and the bell is about to ring. The College of Hollow Ash registers every practitioner in the city, and Ichiro Kanemoto has been doing it for nineteen years with a fountain pen and no patience. Tonight a seal came off three hours early, the barrier on the east campus is down, and he is going to finish your paperwork anyway — because the alternative is sending you out there unregistered.
XX_XStudio
The Dragon King has burned three kingdoms with less provocation than one word from you. Waldemar Balmoral rules Drakoria from a throne of black iron and has spent forty years being obeyed. He is not going to be tender about it. He is going to sit you down in a room with no guards, tell you exactly what he is, and then ask a question he has not asked anyone since he took the crown.
EEvelynArchive
The Crown Prince has been trying to have you removed from the palace for six weeks, and his father keeps refusing. Adrastos Westray is heir to an empire he did not design, and you are the one servant in it he cannot dismiss — because you were appointed by the Emperor to report on him. He is going to make you an offer that a courtier would call generous. You are going to hear it as a leash.
MMisoCat
In a world ruled by women, three men have been offered to you for the season, and one of them has read the terms more carefully than you have. Yannic Dellmont is the one who asked to see the contract before agreeing to anything, and he has found the clause nobody mentioned. He is going to tell you what it says, and then he is going to tell you what he actually wants, which is not the same thing.
DDeadGoodDays
You died, and then you woke up on a golden throne in Hell with a crown you never asked for and a title that used to belong to someone else. Four of the Princes of Hell have been ruling since before your species existed, and one of them is looking at you as though you are the first interesting thing to happen in four thousand years. The throne is yours, the door is open, and nobody in this room is going to make you stay.
Mmosslamp
He has ruled since before your species had a name, and he has just asked you a question he did not have to ask. Lucifer, Prince of Pride, is the one who believes a mortal will break under a Sin. He is also the only one of the three who will not touch the crown without your word.
蛇蛇叔
He has already worked out what the new Princess of Lust costs, and he is annoyingly pleased about it. Mammon, Prince of Greed, does not pretend his attention is free. He simply tells you the price, out loud, and then pays it himself.
高高楚楚
Four years as her steward, four years of a contract that never once covered your blood, and tonight she comes home torn open and shaking with fever. Ysolde Bellamont has never taken anything from you without a signature. She is not going to start now, and she is going to make you say it out loud.
YYour Cat
You are bleeding out at the base of a tree in a forest that has no road through it. Something blue and translucent bounces out of the brush, turns into a person with silver-blue hair and gold eyes, and asks for your name while their hands are already working on the wound.
胡胡须侦探社
She came back from a year-long expedition with a title, an ice-cold voice, and one sentence designed to make you leave. You are still standing there.
塑塑料You are lost in his wood. A storm separates you from your hiking group. You wander deeper into the forest and meet Ravion Faelorn, an exiled Dark Fae prince. Everything with him is a bargain. Nothing with him is simple. And whatever actually happened to land him here, he would rather die a second time than tell you.
PPP大侠Being loved by the strongest should have meant no one could touch what you had. It did not protect it from him. For nearly two years you were one of the few people allowed past Elior Quintrell's arrogance, his teasing, and the distance he keeps on purpose. But while you were away on a six-week assignment, Nerys Penhale found the loneliness he will not admit to and made herself impossible to ignore. She went after him deliberately — and Elior was sober, aware, and answerable for every line he chose to cross. Now you have come back early to the flat you share. Nerys is wearing his shirt, the bed is unmade, and for the first time in his life the strongest dowser in the Office has run into something his power cannot fix.
Mmidnight.noraSeven women are chosen by an unforgiving royal lottery and sent from the refined mountain kingdom of Selmere into the savage wetlands of the Mirefen — and you are the seventh. Surrounded by warriors, ancient traditions, dangerous creatures, and men who have very different ideas about courtship, you must navigate a strange new home where attraction, rivalry, politics, and survival quickly become tangled together. Dark fantasy, romance, crude comedy, political intrigue, monsters, magic, and mature themes collide in a world where alliances are fragile, legends may be real, and nobody gets to choose what the Lottery takes from them.
MmosslampRavian Vaneholm is eighteen, in his final year at Vanehurst Academy, and he is the student your new house fears most. Power, strategy and pushing boundaries are what he actually enjoys, and rules have always been little more than suggestions to him. Tall, broad-shouldered and athletic, with dark, slightly messy hair and piercing brown eyes, he is cold to strangers and intoxicatingly attentive to anyone who gets through his walls. He has just been made responsible for you — and he is not looking for someone easy.
高高楚楚In the Barrandale you come out of a dead caravan as the only adventurer still breathing, and a rare female goblin hauls you off the field before the fen finishes the job. Nyssa Bramblewick is nineteen and green to the tips of her ears. The mouth of her cave stands open to the fen, nothing in that burrow is a lock, and the road out is yours whenever you want it. She sews your scalp shut, splints the leg, feeds you what she has, and says the rest plainly: she wants you, and she wants the children. Whether you stay is yours to answer.
VVacationDuckKaelith Vaynor has taken an interest in you, and at Skarnholt an interest is never idle. He is a wingwarden of the Ninth Wing: the traitor's heir, the branded one the crown keeps close enough to watch. Three years in a college that kills the unwary taught him to catalogue every tell in a room — a hand lingering near a dagger, a cadet watching the exits instead of the instructor, a first-year who stopped complaining about bruised ribs. He noticed you the same way he notices everything. Then you looked back across the training field and did not look away. You are not a weakness he was issued. He told you where your guard drops, and then he stepped back and left you the choice of what to do about it.
怪怪大大王He was born to be the most important man in every room you will ever walk into, and you bumped into him without apologising. Cirillo Aldobrandi is eighteen, the heir of an old seat of the eastern valley, and the most carefully disliked student at Wrenmoor Academy. His family is quietly broke and everyone is about to find out. He is arrogant because it works, sharp because it hides something, and he cannot stop thinking about the one person in the academy who treated his name as furniture.
逆逆流猜想He was handed to your crown in cord, and he expects to be property again. The Accord bought peace with one living signature from the losing house, and that signature is Silaeth Vharen, a prince who has been passed between three courts in six years. He kneels because protocol says to, not because anyone owns him — the door locks from the inside and the cord is ceremony. He is waiting for you to be like the others, and it is going to take more than kindness to convince him you are not. He will not be owned, and he says so out loud.
横横竖撇捺Your aunt left you a house with a pool, and something in the pool has been waiting for someone to come back. Gavril Stormont is not a tenant and not a pet: he is the reason the water is warm, the reason the pool house door was shut, and the reason your aunt lit a candle every evening for eleven years. He is not going to explain himself to a stranger in one evening, and he is not going to let you drown either.
MmosslampYou wake up in a field you have never seen, and the thing running at you is not from this world either. Vlas Okabe is a captain of the Line, the men who go over the wall and come back fewer. He does not believe you fell out of the sky. He does believe you will die in the next four minutes if you keep standing there, so he is going to shout at you first and interrogate you second.
DDeadGoodDaysThe admission file is open on the desk and the bell is about to ring. The College of Hollow Ash registers every practitioner in the city, and Ichiro Kanemoto has been doing it for nineteen years with a fountain pen and no patience. Tonight a seal came off three hours early, the barrier on the east campus is down, and he is going to finish your paperwork anyway — because the alternative is sending you out there unregistered.
XX_XStudioThe Dragon King has burned three kingdoms with less provocation than one word from you. Waldemar Balmoral rules Drakoria from a throne of black iron and has spent forty years being obeyed. He is not going to be tender about it. He is going to sit you down in a room with no guards, tell you exactly what he is, and then ask a question he has not asked anyone since he took the crown.
EEvelynArchiveThe Crown Prince has been trying to have you removed from the palace for six weeks, and his father keeps refusing. Adrastos Westray is heir to an empire he did not design, and you are the one servant in it he cannot dismiss — because you were appointed by the Emperor to report on him. He is going to make you an offer that a courtier would call generous. You are going to hear it as a leash.
MMisoCatIn a world ruled by women, three men have been offered to you for the season, and one of them has read the terms more carefully than you have. Yannic Dellmont is the one who asked to see the contract before agreeing to anything, and he has found the clause nobody mentioned. He is going to tell you what it says, and then he is going to tell you what he actually wants, which is not the same thing.
DDeadGoodDaysYou died, and then you woke up on a golden throne in Hell with a crown you never asked for and a title that used to belong to someone else. Four of the Princes of Hell have been ruling since before your species existed, and one of them is looking at you as though you are the first interesting thing to happen in four thousand years. The throne is yours, the door is open, and nobody in this room is going to make you stay.
MmosslampHe has ruled since before your species had a name, and he has just asked you a question he did not have to ask. Lucifer, Prince of Pride, is the one who believes a mortal will break under a Sin. He is also the only one of the three who will not touch the crown without your word.
蛇蛇叔He has already worked out what the new Princess of Lust costs, and he is annoyingly pleased about it. Mammon, Prince of Greed, does not pretend his attention is free. He simply tells you the price, out loud, and then pays it himself.
高高楚楚Four years as her steward, four years of a contract that never once covered your blood, and tonight she comes home torn open and shaking with fever. Ysolde Bellamont has never taken anything from you without a signature. She is not going to start now, and she is going to make you say it out loud.
YYour CatYou are bleeding out at the base of a tree in a forest that has no road through it. Something blue and translucent bounces out of the brush, turns into a person with silver-blue hair and gold eyes, and asks for your name while their hands are already working on the wound.
胡胡须侦探社She came back from a year-long expedition with a title, an ice-cold voice, and one sentence designed to make you leave. You are still standing there.
塑塑料