LOTS OF SPOILERS AHEAD COZ I CANT WRITE ANY OTHER WAY…!!!
“To the people who look at the stars and wish, Rhys.” He picked up his glass, his gaze so piercing that I wondered why I had bothered blushing at all for Tarquin. Rhys clinked his glass against mine. “To the stars who listen—and the dreams that are answered.”
After I started writing book reviews a few months ago, it has never happened that I couldn’t find enough words to write about a book. But this book left me dumbfounded with all sorts of feelings swirling in my head and heart.
I was not the human girl who needed coddling and pampering, who wanted luxury and easiness. I didn’t know how to go back to craving those things. To being docile.
ACOTAR was a fine book but it felt nothing like the hype that surrounded it. I only started enjoying it through the last 100 pages which intrigued me enough to continue the series. I didn’t expect anything different from this sequel too, but this book blew me away. The standard of ACOMAF is way way above ACOTAR that sometimes, I can’t believe it’s written by the same author, especially because I haven’t read any other books by Sarah J. Mass. This book is now going to be my standard against which I will compare any romance novel in the future and I don’t see many coming close to it.
Even in the years I’d been one bad week away from starvation, that part of me had been full of color, of light. Maybe becoming a faerie had broken it. Maybe Amarantha had broken it. Or maybe I had broken it, when I shoved that dagger into the hearts of two innocent faeries and their blood had warmed my hands.
The book deals very well the character of Feyre, her pain, guilt, nightmares, claustrophobia and PTSD. She endured unbearable torment and had to do unspeakable things Under the Mountain to save her love and his lands. She actually died before being resurrected. Now months after the ordeal, she is trying to deal with her pain but has no one to support her. Tamlin has his own fair share of nightmares and doesn’t want to think about any of them, Lucien wants to help but can’t go against Tam’s orders, Ianthe just wants Feyre to be a model wife and Lady of the Spring Court to provide hope and stability to the people. No one bothers to see what Feyre really needs. She is disintegrating in front of their eyes but they are blind to it. Tam’s all consuming need to control everything about Feyre leads him to do stupid things that finally push Rhys to save her and whisk her away to the Night Court.
The Court of Dreams. The people who knew that there was a price, and one worth paying, for that dream. The bastard-born warriors, the Illyrian half-breed, the monster trapped in a beautiful body, the dreamer born into a court of nightmares … And the huntress with an artist’s soul.
Rhys is nothing like the mask that he presents to the world. He does everything possible to let Feyre know that she can get through her trauma and pain. He shares his own past and his nightmares, shows her a side of himself that no one knows, so that she can believe that she too can learn to live again. He introduces her to his Court of Dreams, his amazing friends that become her strength and support at a time when she needs them the most. Mor’s cheerfulness, Cassian’s steel, Azriel’s silence and Amren’s otherworldliness – all mask a past full of pain but they have gotten through it and made themselves into a close knit loving family – and that’s what Feyre starts to love. Each of them provide her the friendship, stability and confidence to move through her guilt and start feeling again.
My friend through many dangers. My lover who had healed my broken and weary soul. My mate who had waited for me against all hope, despite all odds.
Feyre and Rhys’s relationship is probably the best romantic pairing I have read in recent times. It’s just so beautiful and I don’t have enough words to describe it. It’s built on trust, honesty, equality, partnership and most importantly a deep friendship. Their relationship evolves from hateful words to cheerful flirtation to being great friends, that their love never feels forced. They treat each as equals and trust each other’s choices and decisions so implicitly that it feels like a relationship worth emulating. I never stopped pitying Tam but he was just too broken himself to help Feyre with what she needed to heal herself.
I did not mind stepping out of the shadows, did not mind even being in the shadows to begin with, so long as he was with me. My friend through so many dangers—who had fought for me when no one else would, even myself.
There is so much more I want to write but then, it won’t be a review anymore. I have so many feelings that when I started writing down all of them, it came to around 9 pages which I don’t think I should reproduce here. I can just say that this book is beautiful, the characters are so amazing that I want to go live in the city of Velaris among all of them because I feel they are all my friends now. And Rhysand… Rhysand… Rhysand… there are no words to express my feelings about him… Just nothing… I just wish there many many many books featuring him because I don’t want him to go away so soon from my life.
He had stayed. And fought for me. Week after week, he’d fought for me, even when I had no reaction, even when I had barely been able to speak or bring myself to care if I lived or died or ate or starved. I couldn’t leave him to his own dark thoughts, his own guilt. He’d shouldered them alone long enough.
Rating: All the stars that Feyre can see on Starfall. Endless stars in a beautiful endless night sky!!!!
“He thinks he’ll be remembered as the villain in the story.” She snorted. “But I forgot to tell him,” I said quietly, opening the door, “that the villain is usually the person who locks up the maiden and throws away the key.” “Oh?” I shrugged. “He was the one who let me out.”