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I don’t think I’ve blinked once during the High Lords (and High Lady) meeting. So much drama I love it.

I forgot how much Feyre REALLY struggles mentally in this book.

Im relearning so much.

BACK TO THE BEGINNING I GO

The SIX layer multi POV in this is wild. I have no idea where we’re going and I’m so into it.

Ok well, this is a massive step up in writing quality from Book of Cin. I’m sat for now 🍿

A dead rose head falls to the pooled skirt of my brown linen dress.

I move to the next stem, the curved pruning knife in my palm glinting where specks of dirt didn’t settle yet on the metal.

Sometimes, you have to hurt a thing to save it. Cut away the rot and pray the rest remember how to bloom.

This book makes me want to throw up. Everything is so tender and raw and it absolutely ACHES.

“Never would I drink from another, never would I desire another. Even before the bond was invoked it was her face I saw in the dawn and the dusk.

When I sat at my pianoforte it was her heartbeat I used as a metronome.

She was the question and the answer of my existence.

Everything. She was everything.”

….ARE YOU KIDDING ME…??

“Do not allow him exclusivity, Jules,” I pleaded, catching her hand. “Give me a chance to win her.”

“And what is it you hope to win, Eamon?”

I let her hand go, rested my elbows on my thighs and stared into the roaring fire.

“Her attention, her affection, and most of all her love.”

😭😭😭😭😭😭

This is so entertaining.

“Eiko, please don’t make this a thing.”

“He strangled me,” she hissed back.

“He … held you,” Ky corrected. “It just happened to be by the throat.”

Why is this so funny.

“You want me to be mad?”

“Yes, I want your anger. Be as mad at me as you need to, just not from a forest away. Stay with me. Make me suffer for it. I’d rather be tortured by your presence than agonized by your absence.”

WHY AREN’T FICTIONAL MEN REAL 😭 😭

I’m on the edge of my seat. This is SO good.

“I’m not searching for men who need mending. I don’t care for their penance—only their last gasping breaths.”

…Big fan of Harlow so far 😏

Medra’s mom’s voice in her head is a weird plot twist and honestly I’m not really feeling it. I don’t wanna read about someone’s MOM talking to them in their head while I’m reading a romantasy.

Reid opened the door, looking over his shoulder once more at where his mother sat—

“I am the emperor of Asterya, too. And I’m going to get my wife back.”

THATS FUCKING RIGHT.

The truth was that men could not tell a virgin from a hole in a tree, no matter what lies they told themselves. She doubted this man could, either. Still, she wanted him to think her innocent.

Gagged. 😆

“Red suits you.”

“You didn’t seem to like the white.”

His lips pursed before sliding into a genuine grin. “I suspect you could stop my heart in any color.”

“The foreman of Mireh would probably expect a demure, well-poised woman of the heiress of Asterya. Not the murderous thing Vaasa’s father had turned her into—the callous, manipulative daughter he had demanded. Asterya’s eldest would not be some useless bride—she would be a weapon.”

“Little frightened girl,” taunted Thorir. “Fight like a man.”

“Perhaps I wish to fight like a girl.”

“I will give you drug for sleeping to sneak you out of castle. Give you nice room on boat. Many soft furs and books for reading.”

Ah Rurik…what a guy!

“That was impressive.”

“Too much?” Silla asked, glancing down the mead hall. “Was I too unkind?”

“Unkind?” choked out Vig. “Your unkind has all the fierceness of Helga the goat.”

*Reread*

Kicking my feet in anticipation of Rey’s moment in the spotlight.

“I won’t lie to you,” Silla lied.

😂

I love a good Viking Romantasy.

THIS ENDING IS DIABOLICAL