Morrigan: Her power is truth, but she’s been living a lie.
Amren: The True Immortal, the Destroyer incarnate, a plague given form—yet she left her Father’s realm, fell from grace, because she was born with a curious heart and wondered what it would be like to love and hate and build.
Cassian: The Prince of Bastards, God of Warriors, bravest of all Illyrians—yet he is a coward at love.
Nesta: An unmoving, unflinching pillar of steel and flame, Goddess of Death, but she feels more deeply than anyone.
Azriel: Singer of shadows, master of secrets, but his deepest secrets are written on his face.
Elain: The kind hearted seer if all, yet no one sees her.
Rhysand: The vicious, deadly High Lord of Night, feared throughout the land—yet he would gladly sacrifice himself for those he loves.
Feyre: The Cursebreaker with a human heart, the starving Bride of Spring—the wolf they did not see coming.
Stryga: The Weaver, an old God of Death, she consumed life because she could not live.
The Bone Carver: The forgotten twin of the Weaver, an old God of Life, he obsessed over death because he, himself, could not die.
The Suriel: Ancient, all knowing, and hideous like a nightmare—but inside lay the heart of a dreamer.
Bryaxis: The face of deepest fears, drinker of dread, the presence in the darkness … but all it wanted was light.
