A little compilation of the amazing parallels, between former books and ACOSF, these are just a handful of the amazing throwback mentions Sarah gave us of Elriel.
A massive reason why I think Elain and Azriel will be telling their story next is that SJM is bringing back a lot of their important moments, to remind you of how far they have come and how much further they will go!
Azriel mastered himself enough to say, âThank you.â Iâd never seen his hazel eyes so bright, the hues of green amid the brown and gray like veins of emerald. âThis will be invaluable.â
She hadnât bought her mate a present. But sheâd gotten Azriel one last yearâa headache powder he kept on his nightstand at the House of Wind. Not to use, but just to look at. Which heâd done every night heâd slept there. Or attempted to sleep there.
Az ran a hand through his dark hair. âAre we âŚâ Unusual for him to stumble with words. âAre we supposed to get the sisters presents?â âNo,â I said, and meant it. Az seemed to loose a sigh of relief. Seemed to, since all but a breath of air passed from his lips.
He offered her a smile back. âI wasnât sure if I should give you your present.â [âŚ] The golden necklace seemed ordinaryâits chain unremarkable, the amulet tiny enough that it could be dismissed as an everyday charm. It was a small, flat rose fashioned of stained glass, designed so that when held to the light, the true depth of the colors would become visible. A thing of secret, lovely beauty. âItâs beautiful,â she whispered, lifting it from the box.
A low snarl slipped out of himâ âRelax,â Rhys said. âAzriel isnât the ravishing type.â Lucien cut him a glare.
Azriel offered her a small smile that Elain quickly looked away from. Cassian tucked away his puzzlement. Lucien was certainly not here to snarl at any male who looked at her for too long.
âIâm getting her back.â Nesta slid her gaze to the shadowsinger. Azrielâs hazel eyes glowed golden in the shadows. Nesta said, âThen you will die.â Azriel only repeated, rage glazing that stare, âIâm getting her back.â
Azriel stiffened. âI know. I helped rescue Elain, after all.â Az hadnât so much as hesitated before going into the heart of Hybernâs war-camp.â
âWhat ifââI jerked my chin toward the window, to my sister and the shadowsinger in the gardenââthat is what she needs? Is there no free will? What if Lucien wishes the union but she doesnât?â
âWhat if the Cauldron was wrong?â
âAnd I think ElainâElain would like it, too. Though sheâd probably cling to Azriel, just to have some peace and quiet.â I smiled at the thoughtâat how handsome they would be together. If the warrior ever stopped quietly loving Mor. I doubted it. Azriel would likely love Mor until he was a whisper of darkness between the stars.
He was still happy to be Morâs buffer with Azriel, but thereâd been a change lately. In both of them. Mor no longer sat beside Cassian, draped herself over him, and Azriel ⌠those longing glances toward her had become few and far between. As if heâd given up. After five hundred years, heâd somehow given up. Cassian couldnât think why.
âAzriel won. His one-hundred-ninety-ninth victory, apparently.â
Your eyes are sad, Shadowsinger. He offered her a grim smile. "I lost the snowball fight today.â
Azriel and Elain remained in the sitting room, my sister showing him the plans sheâd sketched to expand the garden in the back of the town house, using the seeds and tools my family had given her tonight. Whether he cared about such things, I had no idea, but I sent him a silent prayer of thanks for his kindness before Rhys and I slipped upstairs.â
The river house had finally fallen quiet after the raucous Winter Solstice party, the faelights dimming to cast little pools of gold amid the deep shadow of the longest night of the year. Amren, Mor, and Varian had finally gone to bed, but Azriel found himself lingering downstairs. [âŚ]
Soft steps padded from under the stair archway, and there she was. The faelights gilded Elainâs unbound hair, making her glow like the sun at dawn. She halted, her breath catching in her throat.
âWhy not make them mates?â I mused. âWhy Lucien?â
âThe Cauldron chose three sisters. Tell me how itâs possible that my two brothers are with two of those sisters, yet the third was given to another.â He had never before dared speak the words aloud.
âMor whirled on Azriel. âWhy didnât you say anything?â Azriel held her gaze unflinchingly. Didnât so much as rustle his wings. âBecause you would have tried to stop it. And we canât afford to lose Keirâs allianceâand face the threat of Eris.â
 Lucien, as Beronâs son, has the right to demand it of you.ââIâll defeat him with little effort.â Pure arrogance laced every word, but it was true. âI know.â Rhysâs eyes flickered. âAnd your doing so will rip apart any fragile peace and alliances we have, not only with the Autumn Court, but also with the Sprint Court and Jurian and Vassa.â
Silence again. Then Azriel tipped his head back and laughed. Iâd never heard such a sound, deep and joyous.â
âNestaâs and led her toward the family room, where Azriel stood in the doorway, monitoring them. As if heâd heard Elainâs sharp laugh and wondered what had caused it.â
âYou sure about that?â I asked quietly. Azrielâs Siphons guttered, the stones turning as dark and foreboding as the deepest sea.Â
Nesta saw the blow land, like a physical impact, in Elainâs face, her posture. No one spoke, though shadows gathered in the corners of the room, like snakes preparing to strike.
Elain bit her lip and then smiled sheepishly. âItâs for the headaches everyone always gives you. Since you rub your temples so often.â
Two small, bean-shaped fabric blobs lay within. Elain murmured, âYou put them in your ears, and they block any sound. With Nesta and Cassian living there with you âŚâ
The lurking shadows vanished entirely as Azrielâs head dipped a bitâhis night-dark hair sliding over his handsome face as if to shield him from that mercilessly beautiful grin. Mor gave no indication that she noticed and curved her fingers toward me.
Elain sucked in a soft breath that whispered over his skin. His shadows skittered back at the sound. Theyâd always been prone to vanish when she was around.
âWhy?â Not a flicker of emotion. âHe is Elainâs mate.â I waited. âIt would be an invasion of her privacy to track him.â
He left the rest unspoken. Because her mate was here, sleeping a level up. Because her mate had been in the family room and Azriel had needed to stay by the door the whole time because he couldnât stand the sight of it, the scent of their mating bond, and needed to have the option of leaving if it became too much.
[âŚ] Azriel scowled. âI think Lucien will never be good enough for her, and she has no interest in him, anyway.â
Azriel, graceful as any courtier, offered her an arm. I couldnât tell if she was looking at his blue Siphon or at his scarred skin beneath as she breathed, âBeautiful.â Color bloomed high on Azrielâs golden-brown cheeks.
She looked up at him, her face so trusting and hopeful and open that he knew she had no idea that he had done unspeakable things that sullied his hands far beyond their scars. Such terrible things that it was a sacrilege for his fingers to touch her skin, tainting her with his presence.
There are so many more feel free to add them! âĄ
