Cuando la cazadora de diecinueve años Feyre mata a un lobo en el bosque, una criatura bestial llega a exigir retribución por ello. Arrastrada a una tierra mágica traicionera que solo conoce por leyendas, Feyre descubre que su captor no es un animal, sino Tamlin, uno de las hadas letales e inmortales que una vez gobernaron su mundo. A medida que ella habita en su tierra, sus sentimientos por Tamlin se transforman de hostilidad helada a una pasión ardiente que quema a través de todas las mentiras y alertas que le han dicho acerca del hermoso y peligroso mundo de los Fae. Pero una antigua y malvada sombra sobre las tierras de las hadas está creciendo, y Feyre debe encontrar una manera de detenerlo... o perder a Tamlin ,y a su mundo, para siempre.

In our world where we’d forgotten the names of our gods, a promise was law; a promise was currency; a promise was your bond.

Lucien studied the wine in his goblet. “You don’t hold on to power by being everyone’s friend. And among the faeries, lesser and High Fae alike, a firm hand is needed. We’re too powerful, and too bored with immortality, to be checked by anything else.”

“Because I wouldn’t want to die alone,” I said, and my voice wobbled as I looked at Tamlin again, forcing myself to meet his stare. “Because I’d want someone to hold my hand until the end, and awhile after that. That’s something everyone deserves, human or faerie.”

I sashayed over to him, my faerie lord, my protector and warrior, my friend, and danced before him.

“I love you,” he whispered, and kissed my brow. “Thorns and all.”

“I love you,” I said. “No matter what she says about it, no matter if it’s only with my insignificant human heart. Even when they burn my body, I’ll love you.”

“Be glad of your human heart, Feyre. Pity those who don’t feel anything at all.”

Besos,