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my heart bleeds for Lucien

WTF WTF WTF

But in the end, Nesta fell asleep alone, her hand resting on Cassian’s pillow, reaching toward the empty side of the bed.

I feel so torn.. what happened to them 🥺

A court of "Azriel has blue balls" apparently

"She did succeed, Sorin. You were dead. You had crossed the Veil. My twin flame Mark was fading. You were ripped away from me!" She was screaming, near hysterics. And all she could feel was the panic and grief and nothingness she had felt when he was dying. When he was dead.

My heart ACHES sm for Scarlett.. She is so right

IM HOME IM HOME IM HOME 😭
Tearing up at the fact that I'm holding the paperback in my hands and reading only the mere names of my absolute fav characters🥺

I'm SO excited !

He was quiet for a long minute. “You were truly born on the Winter
Solstice?”
“Is that so hard to believe? My mother claimed I was so withdrawn
and strange because I was born on the longest night of the year.
"

The foreshadowing is INSANE

“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.”

hehehe

“Where are we going?”
Rhys’s smile widened into a grin. “To Velaris—the City of Starlight.”

TEARS INSTANT TEARS

“Did you think his shield would keep us from you? Rhys shattered it with half a thought.”
But I didn’t spy Rhys anywhere—not as the darkness swirled back in.
I clung to her, trying to breathe, to think.
“You’re free,” Mor said tightly. “You’re free.”
Not safe. Not protected.
Free.

I feel so emotional

Breathing became difficult.
I was trapped.
I was trapped inside this house. I might as well have been Under the
Mountain; I might as well have been inside that cell again—
He’d trapped me in here; he’d locked me up.
He’d trapped me; he’d trapped me; he’d trapped me—

Oh Feyre🥺

“Don’t get me started on what you did to me Under the Mountain.”
Rhys went still. As still as I’d ever seen him, as still as the death now beckoning in those eyes. Then his chest began to move, faster and faster.
Across the pillars towering behind him, I could have sworn the
shadow of great wings spread.

Knowing what happened to him UTM, my heart hurts so badly

“And how often do you just rifle through my mind when my shields are down?”
All amusement faded from his face.
“When I can’t tell if your nightmares are real threats or imagined. When you’re about to be married and you silently beg anyone to help you."

I love ACOMAF so dearly it's not even funny

Help me, help me, help me, I begged someone, anyone. Save me—
please, save me. Get me out. End this.
I whirled, and through the night drifting away like smoke on a wind, I
found Rhysand straightening the lapels of his black jacket.
“Hello, Feyre darling,” he purred.

YES Rhys please just save her

Mentioning that my birthday had also fallen on that longest night
of the year was a fact I’d conveniently forgotten to tell anyone.

The foreshadowing is kinda insane

His eyes locked on mine, wide and wild, and his nostrils flared. Shock—pure shock flashed across his features at whatever he saw on my face, and he stumbled back a step. Actually stumbled.
“What is—” I began.
He disappeared—simply disappeared, not a shadow in sight—into the crisp air.

AAAAAAAH

Rhysand stared at me for long enough that I faced him. “Be glad of your human heart, Feyre. Pity those who don’t feel anything at all.”
🥺

“Feyre!” someone roared. No, not someone—Rhysand.
Rhysand yelled my name again—yelled it as though he cared.
Then Rhysand was on his feet, my bloody knife in his hands. He launched himself at Amarantha, swift as a shadow, the ash dagger aimed at her throat.

Oh Rhys 🥺

“I’ll make a trade with you,” he said casually, and gently set my arm down. As it met with the floor, I had to close my eyes to brace against the flow of that poisoned lightning. “I’ll heal your arm in exchange for you. For two weeks every month, two weeks of my choosing, you’ll live with me at the Night Court."

YES YES YES

But I turned to my sister and said, “There is a better world, Nesta. There is a better world out there, waiting for you to find it. And if I ever get the chance, if things are ever better, safer … I will find you again.”

No limits. There were no limits to what Nesta might do, what she might make of herself once she found a place to call her own. I prayed I would be lucky enough to someday see it.

My heart 🥺

But Nesta had gone with that mercenary. My hateful, cold sister had been willing to brave Prythian to rescue me.

🥺

“Why are you being so quiet?” Nesta said, keeping her distance.
I’d forgotten how cunning her eyes were, how cold. She’d been made differently, from something harder and stronger than bone and blood. She was as different from the humans around us as I had become.

Nesta my baby

“There you are. I’ve been looking for you,” said a deep, sensual male voice I’d never heard.
“Thank you for finding her for me,” my savior said to them.
Standing before me was the most beautiful man I’d ever seen.

😩😩😩

And though my dreams continued to be plagued by the deaths I’d witnessed, the deaths I’d caused, and that
horrible pale woman ripping me to shreds—all watched over by a shadow I could never quite glimpse—I slowly stopped being so afraid.

was she dreaming about Amarantha and Rhysand??

If the paintings along the halls were exquisite, then the ones selected for the gallery had to be beyond my human imaginings.
“I would like that—very much.”
He smiled at me still, broadly and without restraint or hesitation. Isaac had never smiled at me like that. Isaac had never made my breath catch, just a little bit.

I almost forgot how adorable Tamlin and Feyre were in the beginning..

“Stay with the High Lord, human,” the Suriel said.

hehehe

“I’m Lucien. Courtier and emissary.” He gestured to me with a
flourish. “Your eyes are like stars, and your hair like burnished gold.”

I'll love discovering all these little easter eggs

It is tiiiiiimeeee !
So excited for this reread 😩

Then he added, more softly, "We all have bad dreams, lyri. I prefer to replace mine with better endings, even if books are the only place left to find them."
A lump rose in my throat. He didn't look up from the book, and I was grateful for it, because I knew he'd se more on my face than I wanted him to.

This is the first wholesome scene in the entire book