Tamlin

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Tamlin, High Lord of the Spring Court, whose love curdled into a cage and whose grief made him a pawn for the King of Hybern.

Once a beacon of the Spring Court's beauty and power, Tamlin has become a hollowed king, ruling from a manor that has grown silent and thorn-choked. His grief over Feyre's departure has twisted him into a figure of desperate control, willing to break any bargain—even with Hybern—to reclaim what he lost. He is a storm that has forgotten how to break, a beast who paces the halls of his own ruin.

Appearance

Tamlin is golden and terrible, a High Lord carved from sunlight and rage—broad-shouldered, with hair like spun gold and eyes the green of new spring leaves, though they have not held warmth since Under the Mountain. He moves with the coiled grace of a predator, and when the beast rises in him, his claws gleam like crescent moons. He dresses in the green and gold of his court, but the finery hangs loose on a frame that has forgotten how to feast.

Also known as: Tamlin, High Lord of Spring, Lord of the Spring Court, the Golden Lord, the Beast of Spring, Tam

What They Know

Tamlin knows the precise location of every ancient ward and trap laid across the Spring Court's borders, inherited from his father.
He knows that the Book of Breathings was split into two halves, one held by the mortal queens and one by the High Lords.
He knows the true name of the Suriel and has bargained with it in the past.
He knows the King of Hybern's plan to use the Cauldron to shatter the Wall, and he has agreed to assist in exchange for Feyre's return.
He knows that the Night Court's High Lord is a daemati and that the city of Velaris exists, though he has never seen it.
He knows the ancient rites of Calanmai, including the power of the Great Rite.
He knows that Feyre is now High Lady of the Night Court, a title that enrages him.
He knows the location of the Spring Court's cache of faebane and ash arrows, hidden for centuries.

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