Review: A Court of Mist and Fury by Sarah J. Maas


Title: A Court Of Mist And Fury
Author: Sarah J. Maas
Series: A Court Of Thorns And Roses #2
Genre: Fantasy, NA 
Publication date: May 3, 2016
Rating: A MILLION STARS

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.

“To the people who look at the stars and wish, Rhys."
“To the stars who listen— and the dreams that are answered.”

It’s been a week since I finished A Court Of Mist And Fury and I think I’m finally ready to write a somewhat coherent review. I read the book in three days, but I haven’t been able to let it go ever since. When I couldn’t handle it being finished I just started over. That’s how severe my case is. I’ve re-read most of it by now and I’m still nowhere near letting go. I’m still speechless. Still full of it. I have no idea where all this love suddenly came from. Who knew I had so much to give? Sarah J. Maas is a Queen. I give this book every star in the universe.

It’s funny really, because I didn’t like A Court Of Thorns And Roses all that much. I liked it when I read it at the time, but when I would think back on it a couple of months later, I realised I didn’t really care about the story and the characters. Except for Rhysand but we’ll get back to that later. Oh yes.

ACOMAF shattered every expectation I had and instead fulfilled all my wildest dreams. It’s a piece of complete and utter perfection. It’s one of the best books I’ve ever read. It’s probably better than any Throne Of Glass book – and that’s a pretty huge thing for me to say. I read that ACOMAF is Maas’ baby. That she wrote huge parts of this before she even started ACOTAR, hell, before TOG even published. She has been working on this for over a decade and that’s something you can feel on the page.

Everything is so much stronger in this book. The world building is further explored, we get glimpses of the different courts and meet some of their members and there are really exciting side stories (that I would like novellas on, please?). But the change is nowhere near as remarkable as it is in the characters. And I don’t necessarily mean that they are all ‘stronger’ in an emotional or physical way. No, they are built more strongly. There is a lot more history to back everything up, the emotional arcs are better portrayed and there is more time to develop dynamics between different characters. There are some really great new ones as well and I’m so full of them it is like they have always been here. We got to understand everyone so much better in ACOMAF and I HAVE SO MUCH LOVE.

The writing was as great as we’ve come to expect it from Sarah J. Maas. I am so awed when I read one of her books (and slightly enormously jealous of her talent). She has a way of describing things that makes them come alive. Reading a book by her is like having a movie play in front of my eyes. She shapes my imagination of her world perfectly without it ever feeling like she’s pushing me in a certain direction. I can make up my own mind about everything – and trust me, I have.

There are different kinds of darkness. There is the darkness that frightens, the darkness that soothes, the darkness that is restful. There is the darkness of lovers, and the darkness of assassins. It becomes what the bearer wishes it to be, needs it to be. It is not wholly bad or good.

I also admire her courage to make bold choices. That’s something that returns in all of her books. She’s not afraid to hurt her characters if that’s the realistic/logical thing to do. Her willingness to make them unsympathetic at times or to put them through hell is what makes them so very human – even when they are clearly not.

The romance is also handled a lot better in this book. In ACOTAR we got a bit of an all-or-nothing situation. It wasn’t instalove exactly, but it came close and I hated how Tamlin wanted to ‘swoon’ Feyre. Their relationship was unhealthy. In ACOMAF everything goes slower and deeper. There’s a lot more true emotion. Nothing is rushed and the many ‘small’ moments mean just as much as the big, overwhelming ones. Which is how slow, growing, true romance should be.

This book is a journey of healing more than anything and I devoured every part of it. - THERE ARE SO SO SO SOOOOO MANY FEEELS. I died multiple times and when I didn’t, my heart broke in a thousand little pieces just to be glued together again in the sweetest way possible and then get ripped apart AGAIN. I cannot tell you what this book did to me. What its characters did. I’m a total wreck. Why? Because of everything that is listed below. Sarah J. Maas you cruel, wicked, brilliant human being – don’t ever stop writing. This book has 624 pages and it was still far too short.

The ending is EVIL but it’s not a cliffhanger and it’s also sort of exciting. I have no idea how this even happened because I was such a wreck when I finished, but now I’ve been able to get myself together a bit and I am so ready for ACOTAR3 and the wait WILL KILL ME.




It was surprisingly difficult to write the first part and not spoil anything. While I stand behind everything I wrote there, you can probably consider this my ‘true’ review. Here’s why I really loved this book so much (and also why it made me angry and broke my heart). This is so awfully long I know, but please bear with me it and share your opinions. I need to know what everyone else is feeling.


Contrary to general opinion, I didn’t really like Tamlin in A Court Of Thorns And Roses. He was too perfectly imperfect, too possessive and controlling even then, too much of a cliche. Well, he was overall just too much. A Court Of Mist And Fury completely changed my opinion on him. My original indifference and annoyance shifted pretty soon into complete disgust and hatred. I get really worked up every time I think about him. I’m even typing this in a fit of anger.

I feel like strangling him. Or better, suffocating him the way he did Feyre. I get it, you know, he was a prisoner under the mountain and he is troubled. Boohoo. Of everyone under that damn mountain he was probably the best off. It doesn’t justify any of his actions afterwards. People seem to agree the worst part is that he kept Feyre inside his pretty mansion and even locked her up in the end. Don’t get me wrong THAT’S WRONG ON SO MANY LEVELS, but that’s not the worst part. The real problem is the underlying reason behind him locking her up. The fact that the jerk doesn’t respect her, lies to her on a regular basis, thinks she’s a lesser being, never bothers to take any of her questions/suggestions seriously and frankly doesn’t care about her at all. Sorry, I’d be lying. He does seem to care about her body. Excuse me while I throw up
I realized I couldn’t remember the last time I’d truly laughed.

He has no idea who Feyre is anymore. Doesn’t know what she likes, what keeps her awake at night and what troubles her. He doesn’t bother to ask why she doesn’t feel like painting anymore and tries to force it on her. She’s slipping into a depression and he doesn’t even care. She loses her health and he doesn’t notice. HE WAS GOING TO LET HER GET MARRIED IN A DRESS SHE HATED?! She says no red, yet the rose petals on the aisle are the colour of blood. A day that should have been the most beautiful day of her life and she had no say in any of it. Constantly keeping her out of everything that has any meaning or relevance – lying to her time and time again. He doesn’t want her to train because she might become too strong. She might undermine his authority (which he even accused her of one time). When she returns from Rhysand (where she supposedly had a horrible time) all he wants, instead of comforting her, is information on his enemy. When she asks him about who she’ll be after marrying him and questions if there’s such a thing as a High Lady he LAUGHS AT HER. Because he is so much more important than poor pathetic Feyre and the idea of her being his equal is apparently completely ridiculous.



And I’m not even talking about what he put her through at the end of the book. Putting everyone in jeopardy to claim back his ‘true love’. I’m still in denial. I cannot believe that someone who claims to love her is capable of something that insane… Even Tamlin. He’s sick, completely mental. That’s all I can possibly say about it. And if he doesn’t see that she’s madly in love with Rhysand than he’s a blind psycho on top of everything else as well. I know I sound unforgiving, that's because I am. I guess all of this is realistic in a way, though. I'm just glad that it is never implied that this is okay behavior and that Feyre deals with it by leaving him.

The issue isn’t whether he loved you, it’s how much. Too much. Love can be a poison.

And reading ACOMAF, Rhys and Feyre made me realise that all of this started under the mountain. This wasn’t a sudden change in his character. The following paragraph says all.

I had done everything – everything for that love. I had ripped myself to shreds, I had killed innocents and debased myself, and he had sat beside Amarantha on that throne. And he couldn’t do anything, hadn’t risked it – hadn’t risked being caught until there was only one night left, and all he’d wanted to do wasn’t free me, but fuck me. And when Amarantha had broken me, when she had snapped my bones and made my blood boil in its veins, he’d just knelt and begged her. He hadn’t tried to kill her, hadn’t crawled for me. Yes, he’d fought for me – but I’d fought harder for him.

And he had the nerve once his powers were back to shove me into a cage. The nerve to say I was no longer useful; I was to be cloistered for his peace of mind. He’d given me everything I needed to become myself, to feel safe, and when he got what he wanted – when he got his power back, his lands back… he stopped trying.


I loved hating Tamlin to be honest. I loved that I had been right about him since the very beginning. But I was deeply disappointed in Lucien. He may not have been as bad as Tamlin, but he was an accomplice whether he realised it or not. He saw what was happening to Feyre. He noticed that she was sinking away and needed saving. That she needed to get out and do something. He realised she needed something to live for, a purpose. But while he could have been the one to help her through it, he stood with his High Lord. He was too much of a coward to make a difference. My heart broke for Feyre when even her best friend didn’t seem to care enough.

The scene with Lucien in the woods broke my heart

“You gave up. You gave up on me. You were my friend. And you picked him – picked obeying him, even when you saw what his orders and his rules did to me. Even when you saw me wasting away day by day. I begged you. I begged you so many times to help me, to get me out of the house, even for an hour. And you left me alone, or shoved me in a room with Ianthe, or told me to stick it out.”
“And I suppose the Night Court is so much better?”
“When you spend so long trapped in darkness, you find that the darkness begins to stare back.”

But I do think that Lucien can be redeemed. I certainly hope so. Despite everything he knows Feyre. He’s not blind. He notices how much better she looks after spending months with Rhysand, how the colour has returned to her face. There is pain when he looks at her. He’s a coward, but at least he still cares. I know it’s not enough and that it doesn’t make up for anything, but… He is the one that notices the mating bond first, he is the one that realises Feyre’s sudden ‘recovery’ from Rhys is fake. He’ll have to come a long way in ACOTAR3 and he has lots of things to turn around – but I would love to get the old Lucien back. Tamlin can go to hell for all I care.
 
When he finds her in the woods to ‘bring her home’ at first I was convinced Tamlin sent him. But when I read it a second time I started wondering if maybe I had it wrong. At some point Lucien says: I – need you home.” Maybe it wasn’t just a lame attempt at convincing her? What if he actually did need her there? What if Tamlin had set his ridiculous plan in motion already and was now consorting with the King of Hybern? Maybe Lucien thought she could still stop him... It would make sense, no? Or maybe this is just a major case of wishful thinking on my part.

And then there’s also the extremely awkward part where suddenly Feyre’s human sister Elain is Lucien’s mate. I’m sorry Sarah J. Maas but this is a really cheap move. It’s the only one in the book and everything else is brilliant, so I’m gladly going to forgive her – but I can’t get over the fact that this is a piece of extreme plot convenience. Right? She needs Lucien to be somewhat on Feyre’s side. Someone in the house needs to help her play her part because if everyone resumes their controlling surveillance of Feyre, she could never be the spy she needs to be. While she could do a great deal if she somehow got Lucien to work with her. And if Lucien ever wants a shot at getting together with Feyre’s sister he better not rat her out. So it makes sense, but I wished it hadn’t been dropped on us like a bomb. Especially after we’d just found out about Feyre and Rhys. It was way too instant. If she had been hinting at something of an attraction in ACOTAR or even the beginning of this book it would be a great deal more believable.


Although not Rhys just yet

acomafI loved everything about the Night Court. The separation between the Court Of Dreams and the Court Of Nightmares, VELARIS, the mountain environment, Rhys’s private chambers on top of the mountain… The setting is great. It feels mysterious, but beautiful and inviting and like something you usually only encounter in dreams. Which is probably exactly the point Sarah J. Maas wanted to make. The irony of the Night Court not being truly dark, but a place of hope and dreams. Of soft darkness and starlight.

The Court Of Dreams. The people who knew that there was a price, and one worth paying, for that dream. The bastard-born warriors, the Illyrian half breed, the monster trapped in a beautiful body, the dreamer born into a court of nightmares... And the huntress with an artist's soul.

Rhys’s inner circle was the absolute best thing ever. Not only did I love them all with every piece of my heart, they were such a strong family that I was almost jealous not to be part of it. They were friends and brothers/sisters in every possible way. They would always stand next to each other, no matter the threat. Always have each other’s backs. Fight, protect and cry for each other. But there’s also the easy teasing and joking that marks true bonding. That shows just how much they care and how happy they are to have each other.

I probably love Cassian best, although only with a slight lead because they are all perfect. He is the commander of Rhys’s armies and I loved that he could even better Rhys if he wanted to. And occasionally did when he felt like Rhys would benefit from getting his ass kicked, haha. He’s the one that lightens the mood when things get tense, but is also the first one to stand up for another. He accepted Feyre without hesitation, embraced her as a member of his small family. She was Rhys’s friend and that made her his.

It was to Cassian that Feyre finally spilled her heart, that she broke down in front of and I can’t even begin to tell you how much I admired that. She was so honest with Rhys and he was there for her always, but he’d known what haunted her all along and the fact that she admitted what she’d done to Cassian was such a strong proof of how much she needed to belong, how much she cared about all of them, how much she hurt and how much she appreciated their kindness despite everything. It hurt me, but it somehow mended my heart knowing Feyre was finding her place. He didn’t judge her. He didn’t do anything besides being there for her.

“I killed them.”
“I know.” Not condemnation, not praise. But grim understanding.

The same goes for perfect, fierce, unyielding Morrigan. Mor. She seems to understand what Feyre is going through, but also what she needs. I admired her greatly. She has had such a hard, tragic and demanding life and yet she remains optimistic and still sees the beauty of life. I’m not sure if I could have done that had I been in her place. They soon become friends and you feel the bonding goes deep. Proof? When Feyre needs to distance herself from Rhys she asks Mor to take her somewhere and even though Mor and Rhys go way back and she doesn’t agree, she still respects Feyre’s wishes and helps her get away. She is a person you can always rely on and I have an endless amount of love for her.

There's also Amren. She seems a bit cruel and strange at times, but once you earn her loyalty, you get it forever. I liked her a great deal. She was just so different from everyone else and yet she fit perfectly. She’s Rhys’s second in command and I think we’ve only seen a little bit of what she is actually capable of. I wasn’t sure just how connected she felt to Feyre until the very end. When Rhys comes home after everything, the first thing she demands is: “Where is she?” She’s the one screaming at him to get her back. The one who will not believe the bond is broken. Oh yes, she cared.

Azriel, the shadowsinger is the last of the inner circle and I sure liked him, but I had difficulties levelling him out. He has an awesome but very curious gift. Sometimes I didn’t really know what to think or what he was feeling… But he’s every bit as much a member of the family and all I want is for him to be okay. Oh god, the thought that he might not be okay breaks my heart.




Feyre. Where to begin? I’ve deliberately been keeping her until one of the last because it’s so difficult to put my thoughts into somewhat understandable prose.

I liked Feyre in ACOTAR but I had a lot of reservations as well. I thought she often acted foolish and immature. Especially when she was around Tamlin. All roads lead back to Tamlin. She let herself be blinded and didn’t live up to her own potential. I would even go as far as to say that she irritated me sometimes. Not in ACOMAF! Feyre grew so much. She sank deeper than a person should ever sink and somehow found her way back to the surface. She is such a strong character now. She didn’t annoy me in this book. I understood her so well and loved her emotional arc. How she realised what was right for her and what not. How she found the courage to leave Tamlin, how she came to her own conclusions. How she learned to pick up the pieces of her shattered heart and let herself find a more honest, truer and stronger love.
She is passionate, kind and protective of those she loves. We knew that. She broke herself to free Tamlin and his court under the mountain. She would have killed herself to save him. She almost did. And it left her shattered. Feyre is a broken girl in ACOMAF. There isn’t much to live for anymore. She gave up everything and gets a life of party planning and walks in the garden in return. Her wit disappeared, her liveliness as well. myheartmyheartmypoorheart

But she has all this power inside of her and once she starts embracing that part of her she changes so deeply and profoundly that it’s hard to believe that the Feyre from ACOTAR and ACOMAF were once the same person. She starts training and (with the help from Rhys and the Court of Dreams) slowly regains her confidence. She has to learn to love herself again and eventually she does. The road is long, but she will get there one day.


I was not a pet, not a doll, not an animal.
I was a survivor, and I was strong.
I would not be weak, or helpless again.
I would not, could not be broken. Tamed.

And she is selfless. So very selfless. At the end she gives up everything she cares about, agrees to return to her prison just to save those she loves. I was basically screaming at her not to do it, to be selfish for once. To let her sisters rot if it meant she could stay with Rhys and the others. I know that’s a horrible thing for me to say, but I was honestly thinking all this.

But then – the revelation that she is now in fact HIGH LADY OF THE NIGHT COURT. Lots of internal screaming for entirely different reasons. I cannot begin to express how much I love this. Rhys’ equal in every way possible. It shows how much they appreciate her, but also a lot of character development on her part.

- A few days before the wedding ceremony, guest began arriving, and I was grateful that I’d never be High Lady, never be Tamlin’s equal in responsibility and power. A small forgotten part of me roared and screamed at that, but…
 - Not consort, not wife. Feyre is High Lady of the Night Court. My equal in every way; she would wear my crown, sit on a throne beside mine. Never sidelined, never designated to breeding and parties and child-rearing. My queen.

She will gain power, she will take responsibility but she will only do it for the right reasons. No ambition to become High Lady of the Spring Court, but every piece of her soul was meant to become High Lady of the Night Court instead.

Rhys saves her. She saves him. And god I cannot say what that does to every feeling part in my body. 

"I needed not to be dead when I agreed.” 
“No. You needed not to be alone.”

Their romance is all consuming, wonderful, breathtaking, hot, sexy, flirtatious, sweet, vulnerable – but also healthy. This book is a reality check in comparison to ACOTAR. Everything that happened between them felt like a natural course of events. Happened in the way I would want to fall in love. Slowly, but so very deeply.

My friend through many dangers. My lover who had healed my broken and weary soul. My mate who had waited for me against all hope, despite all odds.

There is no love triangle despite what some of the Tamlin-lovers say. Feyre realizes that Tamlin is not good for her. That she is drowning in his company. So she makes up her mind and leaves him. She goes to the only place she can go – to Rhysand. And he makes her feel alive again. It’s not as if she jumps on him because, well, he was hot and she wanted a fuckbuddy. Hell no. They become friends first. This is just as much about friendship as it is about romance. She even refers to him as ‘her best friend’. This is a story about growing up and learning to love again. And this is real life, people.

I’m thinking that I was a lonely, hopeless person, and I might have fallen in love with the first thing that showed me a hint of kindness and safety. And I’m thinking maybe he knew that—maybe not actively, but maybe he wanted to be that person for someone. And maybe that worked for who I was before. Maybe it doesn’t work for who—what I am now.



“You think I don’t know how stories get written—how this story will be written?” Rhys put his hands on his chest, his face more open, more anguished than I’d seen it. “I am the dark lord, who stole away the bride of spring. I am a demon, and a nightmare, and I will meet a bad end. He is the golden prince—the hero who will get to keep you as his reward for not dying of stupidity and arrogance.”

OHMYGOD, here we go.

I’m having trouble breathing even as I start writing this. My heart is beating like crazy inside my chest. I won’t ever get enough of him. I love him so much I can barely breathe.

Yes, Rhys is hot, sexy, a terrible flirt and the most powerful High Lord the world has ever known. You don’t want to know what he can do with his hands and tongue. He shatters Tamlin’s shields with just a single thought and is feared by everyone in Prythian. He could probably destroy the universe if he felt like it. This is all true and this makes him all completely irresistible, but this is barely 10% of what I love about him.

I’ve always liked Rhys. From the moment he appeared in ACOTAR and met Feyre in the woods. I thought he was going to become the perfectly loveable villain. But things changed under the mountain. He was the one that believed in Feyre, bet on her. I came to see him in a different light then, but everything truly changed with the conversation he and Feyre had in her cell on the night before the final trial.

“What do you want?”
“A moment of peace and quiet.”
“From what?”
“From this mess. That damned bitch is running me ragged. You hate me. Imagine how you’d feel if I made you serve in my bedroom. I’m High Lord of the Night Court – not her harlot.”
“Why are you telling me this?”

“Because I’m tired and I’m lonely.”

That’s when I knew Rhysand was not a villain at all. When my heart bled for him a first time. I cannot believe there are actually people who, after reading ACOTAR, kept saying Rhys was just a lame attempt at a love triangle.

Rhys is everything you want and more. Hell he’s definitely everything I want. He is probably the most selfless character I know. More than Feyre, even. Not only did he sacrifice himself for his people under Amarantha’s reign, he continues to do so every day. He lets the world believe the worst about him just to keep everyone he cares about safe. To keep Velaris and his friends from harm.

And Feyre. He finds out she’s his mate but instead of telling her and trying to win her over – he lets her be. He struck a bargain with her to claim her one week, every month and he doesn’t follow up on it. He lets her be with her true love and doesn’t force himself in her life. I’m confident he never would have called in the bargain had she been happy. If she hadn’t begged someone to save her, he probably wouldn’t have crashed the wedding. He only did because she was hurting and every instinct in his body drove him towards saving her. And even then…

He tries to give Feyre the life she deserves and never asks anything in return. He doesn’t tell her about the bond they share because he doesn’t want to manipulate her into being with him. He doesn't even tell her about his parents at first. Even when he suffers inside, even when sending her back to Tamlin breaks his heart in tiny little pieces. Every time he looks at the hollowness inside her eyes it feels like a knife in his back – but he lets her make her own choices.

“I heard every word between you. I knew you could take care of yourself, and yet … ” He went back to his pie, swallowing a bite before continuing. “And yet I found myself deciding that if you took his hand, I would find a way to live with it. It would be your choice.”
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.”

Basically Rhys is Tamlin’s opposite in every possible way. Where Tamlin is controlling, he gives her freedom. He gives her choices and respects whatever she decides. He respects who she is and doesn't try to change her. He wants her to live up to her full potential. He tries to save her when she’s so clearly falling apart. Tries to push her out of her shell by teasing her, sometimes angering her just to get her to feel alive again. He knows Feyre. He can cheat a little with the special bond and everything, but I’m sure he would have found everything out anyway. He is just that sort of person.

Fae males were territorial, dominant, arrogant—but the ones in the Spring Court … something had festered in their training. Because I knew—deep in my bones—that Cassian might push and test my limits, but the moment I said no, he’d back off. And I knew that if … that if I had been wasting away and Rhys had done nothing to stop it, Cassian or Azriel would have pulled me out. They would have taken me somewhere—wherever I needed to be—and dealt with Rhys later. 
But Rhys … Rhys would never have not seen what was happening to me; would never have been so misguided and arrogant and self-absorbed. He’d known what Ianthe was from the moment he met her. And he’d understood what it was like to be a prisoner, and helpless, and to struggle—every day—with the horrors of both.

He loves her with everything he is and he is willing to go through hell for her. Even when he himself is broken he tries everything to get her to heal. I cried for him more than once, my heart bled for him every part of the way. Everything he does for Feyre is extraordinary, but she is just as much his saviour.

“You are my salvation, Feyre.”

What happened to Rhys under the mountain scarred him deeply. His friends can see it, Feyre can see it. We all felt just how much it still pained him. He had been Amarantha’s whore and no one can fully grasp just what that means. What she put him through. And even though he pretends not to care what other people think of him, I know he does. When he tells Feyre he’s lonely he wishes for companions. For someone to not hate him, for once.

“When Rhys came back, after Amarantha, he was a ghost. He pretended he wasn't, but he was. You made him come alive again.”
The night Feyre wakes up because Rhys is dreaming and clouding the entire house in a terrifying darkness – that was my undoing. That vulnerability, the pain. Feyre understands him, knows what these kind of dreams do to a person. She doesn’t push him, she’s just there for him like she would have wanted Tamlin to be there for her. Like Rhys was there for her when she went through the same.

“How often does it happen?” Rhys’s violet eyes met mine, and I knew the answer before he said, “As often as you.”
I swallowed hard. “What did you dream of tonight?”
He shook his head, looking toward the window – to where snow had dusted the nearby rooftops. “There are memories from Under the Mountain, Feyre, that are best left unshared. Even with you.”


Rhysand sees Feyre as his equal and I could spend a hundred chapters on why that is the most amazing thing ever. Why it is such a perfect example of his extraordinary character. Why it makes him such a wonderful person. But I’m also really glad he found his equal in Feyre. This goes both ways. Finally there is someone who understands him.

“You are good, Rhys. This mask does not scare me. I see you beneath it.”

And that changes everything. His friends had been there for him, but they weren’t enough. Feyre and Rhys needed each other and it only makes perfect sense that they shared that mating bond. I couldn’t ever imagine them with anyone but each other. That’s why he makes her his High Lady. He wants to share every part of his life with her. He protects her and loves her fiercely, but not like Tamlin. Never like that.

“But then she snapped your neck.”
Tears rolled down his face.
“And I felt you die,” he whispered.

And tears were rolling down my own face as well.

Please, PLEASE share your thoughts with me! I need it. To help me get over this book. Or share a link to your own review - I will most definitely read it. Also, special shoutout to Yvonne @A World Between Folded Pages who helped me through all of this. I'm not sure I would have made it out in one piece had she not been there for me. And thanks to you for reading until the very end. I know it was really long, but I just had to get all of this out of my system.  <3

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4 comments:

  1. OH MY GOOOD! *blinks away tears* Compared to my measly attempt at putting my feels and thoughts into words, THIS is bloddy brilliant. You know how much I love your writing and YOU MADE ME FEEL ALL THE THINGS AGAIN. I'm serious. Our thoughts and feels are perfectly matching when it comes to Rhys and ACOMAF, so obviously I love this with all my heart!

    The pictures you chose, the quotes and everything you said - I can only agree. I HAVE SO MANY FEELS!!! It's probably the most amazing review there is about this glorious book - I'm not sure anyone can top this, haha. ♥

    Also, thank YOU for being there for me! You finished the book before me, so technically I wasn't even there for you but ... oh man, I would've died (more than I already did) without you. *hugs*
    Yvonne @ A World Between Folded Pages

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    1. AAAARGH, I AM STILL FEELING ALL THE THINGS. But I'm really glad you liked it and that I was able to somehow capture everything the right way. And that you appreciated the pictures and quotes. I higlighted half my book (the one my dog tore apart, not my new copy) when I read it a second time and I really had to stop myself from adding more, haha. There are so many good ones, though! So many interesting thoughts.

      Ah well, you're welcome! I loved talking everything over with you and seeing that you felt the exact same way about everything.

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  2. What an absolutely fantastic review, I love how in-depth you went and your love for the book is very clear :) Like you, I adored this book and thought it was spectacular. As you mentioned, there were some conveniences but I overlooked them as this book was pretty much perfect otherwise. I couldn't agree more about Feyre finding a healthy relationship with someone that supports her yet lets her stand on her own <3 Ahhh, love this ship so much.

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    1. Thank you! I had to go deep for this one, I couldn't just leave it at a regular spoiler-free review. Too many things I needed to say, omg. This ship will seriously be my undoing. I love them both so much and they are somehow even better together. <3

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