AGAIN, I LOVE.
‘The crowd below was stunned by her performance, the entire room brought to a hush of admiration. Even the musicians seemed to pluck the strings of their instruments a little softer, hit the keys on the piano a little gentler.And then, she dropped.Her leg disentangled from the ribbons, and her waist skipped between the silks like a pebble on water as she expeditiously unraveled into a downward spiral.The room lurched into a frenzy. Gods, she’s going to fall!—Someone, get help!—Quick, the ribbons will rip!But I knew it was a trick, for she smiled as she fell.’
‘I was weightless and throbbing with immortality. For a long, perfect moment, I was as free as a soul could ever be, a girl fully unbound from her tedious humanity. A feral, faithless creature. A nymph who would not get caught.And although I could not hear him behind me, I felt him. I felt him everywhere. He was in every shadow, in every dark shape, every unseen creature of the forest. He was between the sturdy trees, the snowed pine needles. He was the black sky above, the damp soil below.I slowed down, laughing, breathless from too much life. “Stop hiding in the darkness!”“My girl,” his voice came, eerie and sudden. It ravaged the whole world. “I’m the darkness itself.”When he spoke like this, I knew it was the demon talking. The Herald of Death, who delighted in any primitive practice. A taste of blood, a fight, a chase.What was so wrong with me to love him like this, I didn’t know, nor did I particularly care to find out.’
also, i’m a sucker for zephyr. like, come on.
‘A boy of a million second chances. A boy who spoke better with his cruelty than with his perfectly sculpted mouth. A boy who broke hearts faster than he broke promises.Zephyr Rafandra stood in the middle of Ascian’s study at the Castle, both irreversibly altered and eerily unchanged. He looked the same—apart from his clothing which to my astonishment were not his typical Fae silken garments, but a gangster’s three-piece suit. An elegant face stricken by a thundery flash of boyish arrogance. A night sky for hair. The turbulent ocean below for eyes. And a Fae body, too tall and too strong for a prince, more suited to a warrior.And yet, right there, you could see it clearly; a fresh, lethal sharpness had taken over the smooth lines of his face, the brilliant lucidity of unbridled power.’
‘I would recognize him anywhere. Even like this, banged up and broken. Even with the decades past altering my memory. Aras’ chosen, my almost king, my almost husband, the bane of my existence. The boy who carried his last name like a sin, all grown up now, ready to atone it.’
wait, just a little ick but i hate ‘my girl’. but maybe it’s just me. totally minor MINOR issue. entirely personal.
also, i loved the ending. not the epilogue. just this:
‘I veered back to Titania but I didn’t release him from my grip. Instead, I clutched his wrist with whatever strength I was left with knowing that in the chaos I was about to hail over them, I would have my one and only chance at freedom.What could I say? Evil always won. You could curse an Oberon, martyr a Zephyr, even try and kill a Titania, and soon after some new horror would arise. Some new king, some new god. Someone who would wake up one day and think they were entitled to the world. The only way to defeat evil was to become it. “They’re lying,” I said, and chaos hailed indeed.’
i actually hated the epilogue. i am not ready to part with aramis omg. i have not gotten enough of him noooooo. i cannot wait for the next book