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I fear it's a 5 🌟 read!!!

he was hers. Still. Just as he had been.
He’d loved her, even though he never expected them to be anything but doomed. He’d loved her all the same.
I physically can not stop crying.

The ring burned again and again and again.
He was looking for her. He’d come for her. He always did.

I CAN NOT STOP CRYING 😭😭

OH MY GOD😭😭😭

“You are not replaceable"😭😭😭😭

She could tell—
He was hers.

Them kissing should not be making me cry😭😭😭

HOLY. SHIT.

WHAT DOES IT MEAN???

Just because I want to know what happens🫡

“I thought you said ‘no kissing?’” I shrug.
“I said you couldn’t kiss me, but that doesn’t mean I can’t do what I want.”

Umm okay🤷‍♀️

The heat and feel of him lying on top of me seeps into my bones, leaving an imprint on my DNA as well as my heart.

"ON MY DNA" whatever 🙄

Yes, Starting a 1000 pages book🫡

In a slump. Will continue this later🙂

Is it just me or the writing is rich!?

“I refuse to see people’s faces past six o’clock on principle.” “You’re seeing my face now.”
“You’re the exception.”
“Why?”
“You’re my wife.”

AHHHHHHHHHH

Tate is so INFURIATING. I LOVE IT😮‍💨😮‍💨

A book that feels like 5 ⭐ from page 1 itself.

My poor heart is going through a lot 💔

Here we go.

For the first time in five centuries, Lorcan knew true fear as Elide turned that knife on herself, the blade angled to plunge up and into her heart.
FINALLY

“You are mine,” Rowan breathed, and she felt the claiming in her bones, her soul. “I am yours,” she answered. “And you love me.” Such hope and quiet joy in his eyes, beneath all that fierceness. “To whatever end.”

“I love you. There is no limit to what I can give to you, no time I need. Even when this world is a forgotten whisper of dust between the stars, I will love you.”
😭😭😭😭

“You make me want to live, Rowan. Not survive; not exist. Live.”

“I’ll bleed whatever color you tell me to.”

“Hello, princeling,” she said, her voice bedroom-soft and full of glorious death.
“Hello, witchling,” he said.

“Who is that?” Nesryn asked. Aedion smiled. “Rowan.”

She was the heir of fire. She was fire, and light, and ash, and embers. She was Aelin Fireheart, and she bowed for no one and nothing, save the crown that was hers by blood and survival and triumph.

“You cannot pick and choose what parts of her to love.” He pitied Chaol, he realized. His heart hurt for his friend, for all that Chaol had surely been realizing these past few months. “Just as you cannot pick which parts of me you accept.”