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"Please," he said softly, head bowing. "My friends need me.
My... my pack needs me."
That's what they'd become.
He'd lost his brother, his brother's pack-the pack that would
have one day been his-but this one...
He wouldn't lose it. Would fight until the bitter end to protect it.

Oh my god was that Azriel then?
Amren
Cassian
Oh my god Gwydion
I am not okay
“A lovely female with the same brown-gold hair as the one already standing before Bryce entered.” FEYRE
“splattered with paint, tattooed elbows.” Oh my god
Yeah I am not okay

Violet eyes?

“Hello, Bryce Quinlan. My name is Rhysand.”

What. The. Actual. Fuck. What the fuck
Omg

"I love you. I wish I'd said it more. But I love you, Quinlan, and..." His throat closed up, his eyes stinging. His lips brushed her brow. "Our love is stronger than time, greater than any distance. Our love spans across stars and worlds. I will find you again. I promise."

Bryce said nothing. Just held his hand—for the last time, he realized as the elevator shot up through the crystal palace.
He was holding his mate's hand for the last time.

How is it only 15 pages left
That’s not funny

"I called for the city-ship to save her. They arrived too late."
"These are calling stones-beacons. The Ocean Queen enchanted them. They'll summon whatever city-ship is closest when dropped into the water. Her mystics sense when the ships might be needed in a certain area, and the stones are used as a precise method of location."
She'd done it that day in Ydra, too. She'd summoned the ship that saved them.

Holy fuck

The Harpy sucked in a breath, muscles tensing to shove in the knife.
Something golden and swift as the wind barreled into her side and sent the Harpy sprawling.
Bryce shouted, but all the noise, all the thoughts in Ruhn's head eddied away as a familiar, lovely scent hit him. As he beheld the female who leapt to her feet, now a wall between him and the Harpy.
The Hind.

I screamed

Holy fuck

Cormac hadn't just gone rogue. He'd never intended to get out of here alive.

"Oh, no," Celestina said, covering her mouth with a hand to hide a smile. "I congratulate
and bless you and Hunt Athalar, Bryce Quinlan."

Quinlan
I’m starting to like this bitch

Why should the fruit be held inferior to the flower?

The solid, contourless body, like a block of granite, and the rasping red skin, bore the same relation to the body of a girl as the rose-hip to the rose.

Um

Her powerful mare-like buttocks pro-truded, it struck him for the first time that she was beautiful.
It had never before occurred to him that the body of a woman of fifty, blown up to monstrous dimensions by childbearing, then hardened, roughened by work till it was coarse in the grain like an over-ripe turnip, could be beautiful. But it was so, and after all, he thought, why not?