Clearly 5/5 ⭐
“I am broken and healing, but every piece of my heart belong to you.”
Review is Also on my GoodReads.
I waited 3.5 months after ACOTAR to get this.
Right now, I feel like I will never be able to read a book again without having such high standards.
Legit tears are threatening to fall right now. *pull it together ash*
I finished this at like 3am last night. And I am still so freaking blown away.
Who knew someone could write such a perfect heart wrenching novel.
Seriously thinking about giving a “vulgar gesture” to the cauldron.
On To the Important Stuff:
There’s no way this deserves any less than five stars, just sayin’.
I’m weeping. 😭
WHERE DO I BEGIN I DON’T EVEN KNOW.
HOLY shhh the development is insane.
How could one make characters such sheer perfection?
Feyre: She is downright the bomb diggity. FEMALE LEADS steal my heart. She is so brave, confident, hella sexy, powerful *oml* Must I go on? I think not.
Rhys: Cauldron boil me. Such a tattered soul with so much hope. I need to get me a piece of that. 😂 No further statements.
Tam: I have never wanted to hate something with so much of my soul. Arrogant Bastard.
Lucien: Ugh. I don’t even know.
Nesta-Elain: I don’t have feels for these two really until the end, I kind of felt bad but I’m immune to them.
Az-Cass: I like them both, they don’t really strike anything with me though.
Mor: I love herrrr, perfect sister honestly. Goals.
Amren: Best Quote- “You-oh, I like you.” (When Feyre gets her blood. Definitely laughed.) I liked her so much!! I wish I was her at times, she has this sneer than makes me just love her. She’s such a tough chick and she always stands her ground. 💕
Plot and ect.
This book deserves all the credit in the world and more. The detail and preciseness of each structured sentence is utterly flawless. The characters? Even better.
SO MANY UNEXPECTED OCCURRENCES.
I can’t even. The Night Court is so beautiful and just breathtaking. LORDDDDDD.
~The way Rhys feels about Velaris~
The ending almost killed me, I swear I felt my heart stop for a millisecond. I couldn’t believe it. To the tears that soaked my cheeks in the dead of the night because of S.J.M. *cheers 🍻* *Seriously, holla!*
I cannot get enough. Feyre and Rhys are so GAH I love them. I want to be them. No greater love story. I’m sorry, but there’s not. WHEN HE WENT TO MORS CABIN THO!!!!!
*I about fainted* Legit swooning.
The way everything fell into place and added up without a single fault in the end is just powerful.
I laughed so often; lived through each them; and cried my heart out.
I have never been so worn out from a book. I was drug along with no expectation of what is to happen. I couldn’t have asked for a better read.
Quotes: (because…why not?)
May have spoilers, read further at your own risk.
♦ “I was not prey any longer, I decided as I eased up to that door.
And I was not a mouse. I was a wolf.”
♦ “There you are. I’ve been looking for you.
His first words to me— not a lie at all, not a threat to keep those faeries away.
Thank you for finding her for me.”
♦ “I wonder if some part of me knew what was waiting for me. That I would never be a gentle grower of things, or someone who burned like fire – but that I would be quiet and enduring and as faceted as the night. That I would have beauty, for those who knew where to look, and if people didn’t bother to look, but only to fear it… Then I didn’t particularly care for them, anyway. I wonder if, even in my despair and hopelessness, I was never truly alone. I wonder if I was looking for this place – looking for you all.”
♦ “Maybe I’d always been broken and dark inside. Maybe someone who’ve been born whole and good would have put down the ash dagger and embraced death rather than what lay before me.”
♦ “Amren,” Rhys drawled, “sends her regards. And as for this one … ” I tried not to flinch away from meeting his stare. “She’s mine,” he said quietly, but viciously enough that Devlon and his warriors nearby heard. “And if any of you lay a hand on her, you lose that hand. And then you lose your head.” I tried not to shiver, as Cassian and Mor showed no reaction at all. “And once Feyre is done killing you,” Rhys smirked, “then I’ll grind your bones to dust.”
♦ “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.”
Short Girl Out, Signed;