Sun Princess

Dauphine of Terre d'Ange, Heir to Queen Ysandre de la Courcel

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Hemera (Ἡμερα) was the goddess of the day and daughter of Nyx (goddess of the night) and Erebos (god of darkness) in Greek mythology. At the conclusion of everyday Nyx and Erebus would emerge from Tartarus and into the ‘Garden of the Hesperides’ where Atlas would hold up the sky. Hand in hand they would stand at the edge of the mountain and pull veils of darkness across the sky. They’d then cover up the sun and send dreams to sleeping mortals. When they finished they would pass by their daughter and her lover Aether (god of light) on the way back to Tartarus. Together the two gods would then bring daytime back to the world. Hemera would chase the darkness from the sky as Aether cast light down on to earth. Later on in a few Greek myths she gets replaced by Eos (goddess of the dawn). (Georges Hobeika Spring 2018 Haute Couture Collection)

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Rami Al Ali Fall 2021 Haute Couture Collection

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LONGEST NIGHTS IN THE SERIES- Imriel & Sidonie dress as Day & Night

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“In a similar example from the latter Kushiel books, a number of characters close to Imriel call him Imri. The one character who never, ever does is Sidonie. Part of that is reflective of her reserved nature, but it’s also reflective of the fact that she never sees him as a harmless boy one would call by a diminutive nickname. She sees him at first as a dangerous threat, and then as a dangerous temptation, and finally as a worthy partner. In every instance, she takes him very seriously.”

— Jacqueline Carey, on Imriel and Sidonie

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LONGEST NIGHTS IN THE SERIES- Phèdre’s household dresses as Skaldic gods

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LONGEST NIGHTS IN THE SERIES- Sidonie dresses as the Sun Princess

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Joscelin Verreuil by Tran Nguyen for Subterranean Press

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“The tattoo wasn’t very large, not much bigger than the engraving on Astegal’s signet ring. It was stark and black against her skin. I laid the blade alongside it, breathing slowly and deeply. I could do this. I had to do this. Before I was born, the Skaldi warlord Waldemar Selig had attempted to skin Phèdre alive on the battlefield of Troyes-le-Mont. If a man could do such a thing for spite, I could do it for love. I cut into Sidonie’s flesh. Her entire body jerked and she uttered a stifled cry that brought tears to my eyes. Blood flowed, making the hilt of the little blade slippery. Cutting and cutting, all the way around it, shaking my head to clear my eyes of the tears that blurred my vision. Gods, it was awful. It was the most awful thing I’d ever done. But I did it. I set the paring knife and the bloody disk of skin and flesh on the table. “It’s done.” Sidonie spat out the sash, but her hands remained braced on the table, knuckles white. For a long moment, she didn’t move or speak, only breathed hard, her ribcage heaving. Blood trickled down her spine. “I’m going to kill him,” she said at last in a low, savage voice. “Kushiel bear witness, I swear, I’m going to kill him myself!” She straightened and turned so quickly I had to step back. I saw the full helpless fury of the knowledge of what had been done to her written in her face. Everything, every violation. Every night in Astegal’s bed. And then her expression changed. “Imriel,” Sidonie breathed, tears welling in her eyes. “Oh, Blessed Elua! How could I forget you? In a thousand years, how could I forget you?” “You didn’t,” I said, my heart aching for her. “Neither of us did. Sidonie, you found me inside Leander when I didn’t even know myself. And I fell in love with you all over again. All the magic in Carthage couldn’t stop us from loving one another, any more than all the politics of Terre d’Ange could. You were right when you said Blessed Elua must have some purpose for joining us, because here I am – ” She reached up to me and stopped my mouth with a kiss, with a dozen kisses. I groaned aloud and gathered her to me, sinking one hand into her hair, wrapping my arm around her waist. “Erase him from me,” Sidonie whispered against my lips. “You’re hurt,” I murmured. “I don’t care.” She shook her head. “I need you.” I slid both hands down to grasp her buttocks and lifted her gently. She clung to me, legs wrapped around my waist, arms twined around my neck, kissing my face as I carried her to the bed. I found clean towels by the washbasin. “Every trace,” I promised, bathing the blood from her skin while she knelt on the bed. The wound was still seeping, but slowly. I’d made the cut as shallow as I could. “Every trace of him, gone.” “You promise?” Sidonie whispered. “Always.” My throat was tight, my heart overflowing. “Always and always.””

— Kushiel’s Mercy, Jacqueline Carey

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