“To the stars who listen— and the dreams that are answered.”
Feyre survived Amarantha’s clutches to return to the Spring Court—but at a steep cost. Though she now has the powers of the High Fae, her heart remains human, and it can’t forget the terrible deeds she performed to save Tamlin’s people.
Nor has Feyre forgotten her bargain with Rhysand, High Lord of the feared Night Court. As Feyre navigates its dark web of politics, passion, and dazzling power, a greater evil looms—and she might be key to stopping it. But only if she can harness her harrowing gifts, heal her fractured soul, and decide how she wishes to shape her future—and the future of a world cleaved in two.
Please Note: There is abuse, PTSD, trauma, sex scenes in this book, not suitable for readers under the age 18.
Spoilers: Please note that my review will contain spoilers!
There is a lot to say about this book but I’m struggling for words. Because it was simply amazing and so emotional. It was a perfect journey and I can’t find a single bad thing to say about this book. So let me just excuse myself if my review ends up all over the place.
Following the events of A Court of Thorns and Roses, Feyre escapes Amarantha but not without scars. There is a serious case of depression here that Tamlin is clearly missing. Busy with the preparations of his wedding with Feyre, Tamlin struggles to see what is really going on with her fianceé, who wakes up to vomit, has terrible nightmares and loses a lot of weight. She’s struggling being Fae and living with remorse for the things she had to make Under the Mountain. Tamlin knows she loves to paint so he gives her paints but he really should have paid closer attention to her.
“When you spend so long trapped in darkness, you find that the darkness begins to stare back.”
When Rhysand appears out of nowhere to claim his first week of the bargain, Feyre eventually goes with him but is so angry. Angry enough to throw a shoe at him. Feyre’s afraid Rhysand is just using her to get information from Tamlin but what he actually wants her to do is learn how to read. Of course he finds an annoying and egocentric way to teach her but eventually Feyre gets a lot better at it. Also, when she’s at Night Court, her appetite returns.
“I heard you begging someone, anyone, to rescue you, to get you out. I heard you say no.”
After returning to Spring Court, Tamlin’s first move is to ask Feyre everything she saw while being trapped in the Night Court. Another disappointment for me.
Everytime Rhysand comes to pick her up, much to Tamlin’s dismay, Rhysand can’t help but criticize her loss of weight.
“Feyre,” Rhys’s eyes lingered, taking in every detail. “Are you running low on food here?”
The turning point between Tamlin and Feyre’s relationship is when Tamlin has business to attend elsewhere and, since he wants to prevent Feyre from leaving, he traps her inside the house. After the traumatic events of Under the Mountain, where Feyre was trapped in a dungeon for months, she simply can’t take this and panics, showing her power for the first time in the book. She is rescued by Mor, one of Rhysands inner circle member, and taken to the Night Court, where Rhysand gives her the choice of staying with them or returning to Spring Court. Feyre simply isn’t ready to go back to Tamlin so she accepts. She travels with Rhys to his secret and protected city where she meets Rhysand’s inner circle and starts helping them with a plan to prevent King Hybern from destroying the Wall between Fae and humans.
“So I’m your huntress and thief?” His hands slid down to cup the backs of my knees as he said with a roguish grin, “You are my salvation, Feyre.”
Although Feyre sometimes seems she wants to stop fighting her depression and give up, Rhysand finds a way to make feel something, even if it is irritation or anger towards him. And this is what really emotioned me. The way Rhysand got Feyre back from the hell she was living, and slowly and patiently, helped her enjoy life again. It was a beautiful journey in Feyre’s character and so well-written. I really admired Rhysand in this book because he too was pained from the emotional and sexual abuse he suffered at the hands of Amarantha for 50 long years.
This book has two amazing plot twists that left me screaming to myself. I cannot fathom how much I love this book and how much it makes me happy. These characters won a very special place in my heart.
– Rhysand crashing Feyre’s wedding
– The shoe throwing at Rhysand
– Feyre learning how to read
– When Mor saved Feyre from the locked mansion
– Feyre meeting the inner circle
– Feyre realizing it was Rhys who played the music Under the Mountain so she wouldn’t break
– Feyre sparring with Cassian
– When Rhys sent Feyre a vivid steamy image of the two of them through the bond and Feyre walked into a post
– Feyre retrieving the ring from the Weaver
– Feyre teasing Rhys about Azriel wingspan
– Feyre rescuing a wounded Rhys from the soldiers and tending to him in the cave
– Chapter 54 and 55
– When Cassian ignite Rhys fury by making a sex joke about him and Feyre
– Feyre defending Velaris before Rhys arrived
– Rhys making Feyre a High Lady, his equal, even though Tamlin always said there was no such thing as a High Lady
“He thinks he’ll be remembered as the villain in the story. But I forgot to tell him that the villain is usually the person who locks up the maiden and throws away the key. He was the one who let me out.”
“And I realized—I realized how badly I’d been treated before, if my standards had become so low. If the freedom I’d been granted felt like a privilege and not an inherent right.”
“Hello, Feyre darling,” he purred.”
“But then she snapped your neck.” Tears rolled down his face. “And I felt you die,” he whispered. Tears were sliding down my own cheeks.”
“He locked you up because he knew—the bastard knew what a treasure you are. That you are worth more than land or gold or jewels. He knew, and wanted to keep you all to himself.”
“Come on, Feyre. We don’t bite. Unless you ask us to.”
“Life is better when you’re around. And look at how lovely your handwriting is.”
“I sipped from my wine. “And if he had grabbed me?” There was nothing but uncompromising will in his eyes. “Then I would have torn apart the world to get you back.”
“Put a shirt on while you’re at it,” I quipped. A feline smile. “Does it make you uncomfortable?” “I’m surprised there aren’t more mirrors in this house, since you seem to love looking at yourself so much.” Azriel launched into a coughing fit. Cassian just turned away, a hand clamped over his mouth. Rhys’s lips twitched. “There’s the Feyre I adore.”
“I couldn’t decide which scrap of lace I wanted you to wear, so I brought you a few to choose from.” “Pig,” I barked”
“I will kill anyone who harms you,” Rhys snarled. “I will kill them, and take a damn long time doing it.” He panted. “Go ahead. Hate me—despise me for it.”
“I frowned at the eye in my palm. “What, literally shout at the tattoo?” “You could try rubbing it on certain body areas and I might come faster.”
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