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Windhaven

Illyrian War-Camp · The Steppes

Windhaven

“Snow, and stone, and the long shadow of the mountains — and somewhere on the wind, the beat of leather wings.”

Windhaven · A Court of Thorns and Roses

Where the wings beat coldest.

The Illyrian war-camp that made Cassian. Snow and tents, slate and steel, and the long road to the Rite. Cold gets into everything here. So does everything else.

At a glance

The lay of the camp.

Regionthe Illyrian Mountains, the Night Court
Climatecold and high — snow, wind, bare slate
Peoplethe Illyrians — winged warriors, raised to fight
Born hereCassian, Commander of the Night Court armies
Trains herethe Valkyries — Nesta, Gwyn, Emerie
On the high streetEmerie's shop
Begins herethe trail of the Blood Rite

What it is

A camp, not a city.

Tents and rough stone against the snow. Training rings worn into frozen ground, the sky always full of wings. One of the war-camps strung through the mountains, and the Illyrians are bred to war — hard, proud, slow to change. Beautiful country. Brutal one. The cold gets into everything, and we mean everything.

Who it made

Cassian's beginning.

A bastard with nothing who taught himself to fight and clawed his way up to commanding the armies. This is where it started. The camps also carry old cruelties — the clipping of women's wings, chief among them — and Windhaven is the wound Rhys and Cassian keep trying to heal. Dragging the Illyrians into a better age, stubborn and resisting the whole way. We're not optimistic. We're also not leaving.

What it holds now

New wings on the old ground.

Emerie's shop on the main street, run by a woman who refused to be small. The Valkyries trained here — Nesta, Gwyn, Emerie — and the Rite's long trail runs up from Windhaven toward the sacred mountain. Old ground, learning to hold something new. The same ground that clipped wings, now teaching women to fight. We noticed.

From the page

Windhaven in A Court of Silver Flames

“A few small stone houses rose to the right, and beyond them stood some new residences made of fresh pine.”

A Court of Silver Flames

“Fighting rings, right along the edge of the flat mountaintop, fully stocked with various weapons, weights, and training supplies.”

A Court of Silver Flames

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Illyria →

The wider mountains — the country, the people, the old ways Windhaven is one small piece of.

Cassian → Emerie → Nesta Archeron →