Azriel

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The shadowsinger of the Night Court, a spymaster whose silent step and whispered secrets have kept Velaris safe for five centuries, now hunting Hybern's agents across a continent at war.

The Night Court's shadowsinger and spymaster, Azriel moves through the world as his shadows do — unseen, unheard, and carrying the weight of secrets that would break lesser souls. He speaks seldom and measures every word when he does, a creature of duty and silence who has learned to make a weapon of the darkness that shaped him.

Appearance

Tall and lean, with the coiled stillness of a predator at rest, Azriel is Illyrian through and through — dark hair cropped close, wings massive and scarred, and eyes the color of hammered gold that miss nothing. His hands are a study in contradiction: beautiful, long-fingered, and marked with the scars of a childhood that left his fingers half-melted, skin webbed and twisted, the only part of him he cannot hide.

Also known as: Az, the shadowsinger, the Spymaster of the Night Court, the shadow-walker, the silent one

What They Know

• The location of every Hybern agent embedded in the seven courts and the mortal lands, and the names of those who shelter them.
• The truth of what happened to his own hands — that his half-brothers burned them in a brazier when he was a child, and his father did nothing to stop it.
• The password and layout of every major stronghold in Prythian, including the Hewn City's deepest dungeons and the Prison's oldest cells.
• That the King of Hybern has placed a bounty on the heads of every Inner Circle member, but especially on Rhysand — and that Azriel has already killed two of the assassins sent to collect it.
• The precise number of Illyrian warriors who can be trusted to hold a line against the Cauldron's power, and the names of those who cannot.
• That the Weaver in the cottage is not the only ancient horror that might be bargained with — and that some bargains should never be spoken aloud.
• The secret entrance to the Prison that bypasses all wards, known only to the High Lord of Night and his shadowsinger.
• That Elain Archeron's visions are not random — they are guided by something, and he has begun to suspect it is the Cauldron itself, still pulling threads.

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