Hey ForeverBookers,
How are you? I hope you’re good!
I’ve just finished reading “A Court Of Mist And Fury” (ACOMAF) by Sarah J Maas, which I freaking ADORED!!! I HAVE already read it, and I believe there is a review up already on my blog for it, but it was just when I was starting to get into writing complex reviews so it’s not very good, I don’t think, hence why I wanted to read it again to give it the type of review it deserves! Anyway, it details Feyre’s journey after “A Court Of Thorns And Roses,” which I also loved. That has a detailed review, which I wrote in February or March 2022.
“A Court Of Mist And Fury” is my 3rd favourite book of ALL TIME because I love the characters and the story they bring to the pages. I love how cheeky some of them are but also how romantic the author makes them at times too! As I said, it details Feyre’s journey after book 1, and how she finds who she is as a Fae woman after her ordeal with Amarantha, the villain of “A Court Of Thorns And Roses.” She’s still engaged to Tamlin at the start of the “A Court Of Mist And Fury,” but this changes quite quickly when he traps her in the Spring Court house! I’ll have more detailed information in the spoiler section below…
I read ACOMAF for a couple of readathons.
Reading Rivalry - Book you get lost in - I didn’t finish it in time to count it for points but I would have read it for this prompt!
The Magical Readathon - Shapeshifting - Wings on the cover - I know there is a version of the book with a bird on the cover - so I’m counting “A Court Of Mist And Fury,” towards that prompt.
There literally is so much that happens in “A Court Of Mist And Fury;” too much to write in this review, but I ADORE it so much, so I’ll try to detail the most significant things to me, but this review would be VERY long IF I included everything I wanted - haha!
Spoilers Below…
“This was real. I had survived; I’d made it out.
Unless it was a dream—just a fever dream in Amarantha’s dungeons and I’d awaken back in that cell, and—
I curled my knees to my chest. Real. Real.
I mouthed the words.
I kept mouthing them until I could loosen my grip on my legs and lift my head. Pain splintered through my hands—
I’d somehow curled them into fists so tight my nails were close to puncturing my skin.
Immortal strength—more a curse than a gift. I’d dented and folded every piece of silverware I’d touched for three days upon returning here, had tripped over my longer, faster legs so often that Alis had removed any irreplaceable valuables from my rooms (she’d been particularly grumpy about me knocking over a table with an eight-hundred-year-old vase), and had shattered not one, not two, but five glass doors merely by accidentally closing them too hard.
Sighing through my nose, I unfolded my fingers.
My right hand was plain, smooth. Perfectly Fae.
I tilted my left hand over, the whorls of dark ink coating my fingers, my wrist, my forearm all the way to my elbow, soaking up the darkness of the room. The eye etched into the centre of my palm seemed to watch me, calm and cunning as a cat, it’s slitted pupil wider than it’d been earlier that day. As if it adjusted to the light, as any ordinary eye would.
I scowled at it.
At whoever might be watching through that tattoo.”
This is from the beginning of “A Court Of Mist And Fury,” when Feyre is getting used to being a Fae woman, after being saved from death by all the High Lords. She also inherited a part of all their powers, which she later in the novel learns to use some of. She is getting over her time as a being prisoner Under the Mountain too. She doesn’t like having immortal strength because she breaks everything she touches and she just doesn’t feel like herself, at first. On her left hand there’s a tattoo of an eye, which a certain someone watches her through. Feyre wants to know WHO is looking at her and watching her through it…does she find out?
Feyre and Tamlin’s wedding doesn’t go as planned. She feels trapped in Prythian, the Spring Court, like a prisoner! She wants to escape. When Rhys, the High Lord of the Night Court comes to enact their bargain, that she’ll go to him, go to the Night Court once every month for reading lessons, he claims later in the novel, as she’s illiterate because she was the hunter-gatherer in her family before she ever came to Prythian, she has to go.
“I’m in no mood to bargain,” Rhys said, “even though I could work it to my advantage, I’m sure.” I jolted at the caress of his hand on my elbow. “Let’s go.”
I didn’t move.
“Tamlin,” I breathed.
Tamlin took a single step toward me, his golden face turning sallow but remained focused on Rhys. “Name your price.”
“Don’t bother,” Rhys crooned, linking elbows with me. Every spot of contact was abhorrent, unbearable.
He’d take me back to the Night Court, the place Amarantha had supposedly modeled Under the Mountain after, full of depravity and torture and death—
“Tamlin, please.”
“Such dramatics,” Rhysand said, tugging me closer.
But Tamlin didn’t move—and those claws were wholly replaced by smooth skin. He fixed his gaze on Rhys, his lips pulling back in a snarl. “If you hurt her—“
“I know, I know,” Rhysand drawled. “I’ll return her in a week.”
Rhys interrupts Feyre and Tamlin’s supposed wedding to tell Feyre that she’s to go with him to the Night Court, right then and there. Here, he seems like a villain. Does he stay that way? Tamlin just wants to keep Feyre because he’s greedy and a horrible character. He certainly doesn’t love her the way a husband should love a wife—I’d go so far as to call Tamlin the villain. Rhys says he will return Feyre in a week. Feyre thinks the Night Court will be a horrible place? Does she change her mind? You’ll need to read to find out!
What Rhys actually does in the Night Court is encourage Feyre to try and read and train to better herself, so he actually helps her,
“You could train, though—learn how to shield against someone like me, even with the bond bringing our minds and my own abilities.”
I ignored the offer. Agreeing to do anything with him felt too permanent, too accepting of the bargain between us. “What do you want with me? You said you’d tell me here. So tell me.”
Rhys leaned back in his chair, folding powerful arms that even the fine clothes couldn’t hide. “For a week? I want you to learn how to read.”
Feyre is against Rhys in every way here, at first! She doesn’t want to be with him at all. She wants to be back at the Spring Court with Tamlin. Does this change throughout the book? You’ll need to read to find out…
Rhys gives Feyre choices all the time. Below is an example of this. He gives her the choice of whether or not she wants to meet his friends/family. Cassian and Azriel, two of his closest friends, other Illyrian warriors, like him that ambushed his house to meet Feyre. Rhys’s reaction was funny! He carries Feyre when he flies, which pulls them even closer together. You can probably tell from this, that Feyre falls in love with Rhysand. This happens over the course of the novel. It certainly is NOT instalove!
“…If you meant what you said about wanting to work with me to keep Hybern from these lands, keep the wall intact, I want you to meet my friends first. Decide on your own if it’s something you can handle. And I want this meeting to be on my terms, not whenever they decide to ambush this house again.
“I didn’t even know you had friends.” Yes—anger, sharpness . . . It felt good. Better than feeling nothing.
A cold smile. “You didn’t ask.”
Rhysand was close enough now that he slid a hand around my waist, both of his wings encircling me. My spine locked up. A cage.
The wings swept back.
But he tightened his arm. Bracing me for takeoff. Mother save me. “You say the word tonight, and we come back here, no questions asked. And if you can’t stomach working with me, with them, then no questions asked on that, either. We can find some other way for you to live here, be fulfilled, regardless of what I need. It’s your choice, Feyre.”
I debated pushing him on it—on insisting I stay. But stay for what? To sleep? To avoid a meeting I should most certainly have before deciding what I wanted to do with myself? And to fly . . .
I studied the wings, the arm around my waist. “Please don’t drop me. And please don’t—“
We shot into the sky, fast as a shooting star.”
Feyre is worried about Rhys dropping her. Of course, he doesn’t!
In meeting Rhys’s friends, Feyre finds a family like she hasn’t had before. She has a father, who we never meet, and sisters in Nesta and Elain, but they’re not very close to her. They treated Feyre like she was a nobody. We meet Elain and Nesta again, after ACOTAR, later in ACOMAF when Feyre, Rhys, Cassian and Azriel go to fetch a certain object they need—a book or half of a book from human queens to match with the Fae half that they need also. They go to a different court—the Summer Court—to try and find the Fae half of the book. Do they succeed in both of these endeavours or do they experience issues? You’ll need to read to find out!
While in the summer court Rhys annoys Feyre a lot by attracting Cresseida, the High Lord of Summer, Tarquin’s sister. Feyre just wants to get the job done and get out of there. That is until she realises her jealousy of Cresseida is because she’s falling for Rhys. Cresseida wants Rhys too. Does Rhys want Cresseida? Or is he in love with Feyre here?
“I left of my own free will,” I said. “And no one is my master.”
Cresseida shrugged. “Think that all you want, lady, but the law is the law. You are—were his bride. Swearing fealty to another High Lord does not change that. So it is a very good thing that he respects your decisions. Otherwise, all it would take would be one letter from him to Tarquin, requesting your return, and we would have to obey. Or risk war ourselves.
Rhysand sighed. “You are always a joy, Cresseida.”
Feyre is explaining how she left Tamlin because SHE wanted to! Cresseida tells Feyre the rules of the Fae lands and how they’re different to how they are in the human lands in that they should really send Feyre back to Tamlin as he is still her High Lord at this point in the novel. Women don’t get many choices in the Fae realm.
“Would you want to go back? Would going to war on your behalf make you love him again? Would that be a grand gesture to win you?”
I swallowed hard. “I’m tired of of death. I wouldn’t want to see anyone else die—least of all for me.”
“That doesn’t answer my question.”
“No. I wouldn’t want to go back. But I would. Pain and killing wouldn’t win me.”
Rhys stared at me for a moment longer, his face unreadable, before he strode to the door. He stopped with his fingers on the sea urchin-shaped handle. “He locked you up because he knew—the bastard knew what a treasure you are. That you are worth more than land or gold or jewels. He knew, and wanted to keep you all to himself.”
The words hit me, even as they soothed some jagged piece of my soul. “He did—does love me, Rhysand.”
“The issue isn’t whether he loved you, it’s how much. Too much. Love can be poison.”
And then he was gone.” Feyre will go back to Tamlin so there’s no more fighting, she tells Rhys. This happens before she realises how she truly feels for him. Rhys just wants to protect Feyre and he doesn’t want to see her hurt anymore. He wants her to be happy. Rhys saying that Feyre is “worth more than land or gold or jewels,” shows just how much he cares about her.
“I supposed I’d been granted that gift once—and had used it up and fought for it and broken it. And I supposed that Rhysand, for all he had sacrificed and done . . . He deserved it as much as Cresseida.
Even if . . . even if for a moment, I wanted it.
I wanted to feel like that again.
And . . . I was lonely.
I had been lonely, I realized, for a very, very long time.
Rhys leaned in to hear something Cresseida was saying, her lips brushing his ear, her hand now entwining with his.
And it wasn’t sorrow, or despair, or terror that hit me . . . but unhappiness. Such bleak, sharp unhappiness that I got to my feet.” This is the moment I believe that Feyre realises she truly loves Rhys! She’s jealous of Cresseida, of the happiness she’s showing holding Rhys’s hand. Feyre is sick and tired of being lonely. She wants and needs someone who’ll love her unconditionally—is Rhys that person?
Another significant point in the book is when Feyre and Rhys go to see The Bone Carver. They go to see him because they need answers. “Rhys’s hand tightened on my own. “Just a bit farther.”
“We must be near the bottom by now.”
“Past it. The Bone Carver is caged beneath the roots of the mountain.”
“Who is he? What is he?” I’d only been briefed in what I was to say—nothing of what to expect. No doubt to keep me from panicking too thoroughly.
“No one knows. He’ll appear as he wants to appear.”
“Shape-shifter?”
“Yes and no. He’ll appear to you as one thing, and I might be standing right beside you and see another.”
This is Rhys telling Feyre to not worry about seeing the Bone Carver. The Bone Carver will likely appear different to her and to him. He’s/it’s been a prisoner for thousands of years below a mountain, where they travel to see him/it. I believe the Bone Carver doesn’t have a true form. It flips between one form and another. What one person sees isn’t what another person sees. That’s why I’ve used the “it” pronoun, too.
“When you want to talk, let me know. I won’t tell the others.”
I made to slither off the bed, but he grabbed my hand, keeping it against his arm. “Thank you.”
I studied the hand, the ravaged face. Such pain lingered there—and exhaustion. The face he never let anyone see.
I pushed onto my knees and kissed his cheek, his skin warm and soft beneath my mouth. It was over before it started, but—but how many nights had I wanted someone to do the same for me?
His eyes were a bit wide as I pulled away, and he didn’t stop me as I eased off the bed. I was almost out the door when I turned back to him.
Rhys still knelt, wings drooping across the white sheets, head bowed, his tattoos stark against his golden skin. A dark, fallen prince.
The painting flashed into my mind.
Flashed—and stayed there, glimmering, before it faded.
But it remained, shining faintly, in that hole inside my chest.
The hole that was slowly starting to heal over.”
This is a sweet moment, when Feyre saves Rhys from a bad dream. Feyre offers to be a friend to Rhys here, someone he can talk to about anything. She’s realising that she could be in love here, I believe. “The hole that was slowly starting to heal over,” shows this because she’s slowly healing after the torment with Tamlin back in the Spring Court, because of Rhys! I think it would have been nice to see Feyre call Rhys, my dark fallen prince after she says “a dark fallen prince.”
A significant part of “A Court Of Mist And Fury” is Starfell, which is a phenomena that doesn’t happen often.
“Starfell is tomorrow night—the first we’ve had together in fifty years. Rhys is expected to be here, amongst his people.”
“What’s Starfall?”
Amren’s eyes twinkled. “Outside of these borders, the rest of the world celebrates tomorrow as Nynsar—the Day of Seeds and Flowers.” I almost flinched at that. I hadn’t realized just how much time had passed since I’d come here. “But Starfall,” Amren said, “only at the Night Court can you witness it—only within this territory is Starfall celebrated in lieu of the Nynsar revelry. The rest, and the why of it, you’ll find out. It’s better left as a surprise.” Amren, one of Rhys’s Inner Circle, his most trusted group of people. tells Feyre that Starfell is better kept a surprise. When Feyre experiences it she’s completely awed. This is seen in,
“The stars cascaded over us, filling the world with white and and blue light. They were like living fireworks, and my breath lodged in my throat as the stars kept on falling and falling.
I’d never seen anything so beautiful.
And when the sky was full of them, when the stars raced and danced and flowed across the world, the music began.” I love this moment in the book because it’s a part where Feyre and Rhys aren’t at odds and are just enjoying time together. Rhys takes Feyre to a private balcony at the House of Wind, one of Rhys’s two homes in Velaris to enjoy Starfell even more. “Rhys led me to a small private balcony jutting from the upper level of the House of Wind. On the patios below, the music still played, the people still danced, the stars wheeling by, close and swift.
He let me go as I took a seat on the balcony rail. I immediately decided against it as I beheld the drop, and backed away a healthy step.
Rhys chuckled. “If you fell, you know I’d bother to save you before you hit the ground.”
“But not until I was close to death?”
“Maybe.”
I leaned a hand against the rail, peering at the stars whizzing past. “As punishment for what I said to you?”
“I said some horrible things, too?” He murmured.
“I didn’t mean it,” I blurted. “I meant it more about myself than you. And I’m sorry.”
He watched the stars for a moment before he replied. “You were right, though. I stayed away because you were right. Though I’m glad to hear my absence felt like a punishment.” This is significant because it’s a moment where Feyre and Rhys get over a fight they’ve had. It was rather easy. I don’t believe it would have been so easy with Tamlin! Feyre and Rhys are just right for each other!
Of course, as I said above, “A Court Of Mist and Fury” is a new adult novel meaning there are adult love scenes. These start in the second part of the novel, when Rhys and Feyre go training. They need to stay at a lodge, which is very busy, so they get the small attic room. Here, they of course sleep together but they don’t actually have sex. They just get to know each other intimately. I loved reading this part because as you’ll know if you’ve read my other reviews, I love my romance.
When they go to the Court of Nightmares to enact a deal, Rhys has to play at being the High Lord. He warns Feyre of this, that he might not be himself or the Rhys she’s come to know, there. While this is true in him not being the Rhys she’s come to know entirely, I’d actually say that he becomes even more protective of her. Especially when Keir, Mor (another one of Rhys’s Inner Circle, and his cousin’s) father is rude to and threatens Feyre. This can be seen in,
“Before Rhys, Keir was nothing more than a sullen child. Yet I knew Mor’s father was older. Far older. The Steward clung to power, it seemed.
Rhys was power.
“Greetings, milord,” Keir said, his deep voice polished smooth. “And greetings to your . . . guest.”
Rhys’s hand flattened on my thigh as he angled his head to look at me. “She is lovely, isn’t she?”
“Indeed,” Keir said, lowering his eyes. “There is little to report, milord. All has been quiet since your last visit.”
“No one for me to punish?” A cat playing with his food.
“Unless you’d like for me to select someone here, no, milord.”
Rhys clicked his tongue. “Pity.” He again surveyed me, then leaned to tug my earlobe with his teeth.
And damn me to hell, but I leaned farther back as his teeth pressed down at the same moment his thumb drifted high on the side of my thigh, sweeping across sensitive skin in a long, luxurious touch. My body went loose and tight, and my breathing . . . Cauldron damn me again, the scent of him, the citrus and the sea, the power roiling off him . . . my breathing hitched a bit.
I knew he noticed, knew he felt that shift in me.
His fingers stilled on my leg.
Keir began mentioning people I didn’t know in the court, bland reports on marriages and alliances, blood-feuds, and Rhys let him talk.
His thumb stroked again—this time joined with his pointer finger.
A dull roaring was filling my ears, drowning out everything but that touch on the inside of my leg. The music was throbbing, ancient, wild, and people ground against each other to it.
His eyes on the Steward, Rhys made vague nods every now and then. While his fingers continued their slow, steady stroking on my thighs, rising higher with every pass.
People were watching. Even as they drank and ate, even as some danced in small circles, people were watching. I was sitting in his lap, his own personal plaything, his every touch visible to them . . . and yet it might have well have been only the two of us.”
I loved this part. It seemed to Feyre, as if she and Rhys were the only two people in the world, although they’re being watched by many. She feels safe with Rhys, something she never felt in the Spring Court with Tamlin. Rhys gets angry when Keir threatens Feyre a few pages later!
“And for the long hour afterward, my focus half remained on the High Lord whose hands and mouth and body had suddenly made me feel awake—burning. It didn’t make me forget, didn’t make me obliterate hurts or grievances, it just made me . . . alive. Made me feel as if I’d been asleep for a year, slumbering inside a glass coffin, and he had just shattered through it and shaken me to consciousness.
The High Lord whose power had not scared me. Whose wrath did not wreck me.
And now—now I didn’t know where that put me.
Knee-deep in trouble seemed like a good place to start.” Here, Feyre is unsure of what she’s MEANT to be feeling. She’s not scared of Rhys. Not at all but does Rhys love and want her as much as she wants him? Is it love or is it just a game to him? This is answered in,
“Greedy,” he murmured, his lips hovering over my neck. “First you terrorize me with your cold hands, now you want . . . what is it you want, Feyre?”
More, more, more, I almost begged him as his fingers traveled down the slope of my breasts, while his other hand continued its idle stroking of my stomach, my abdomen, slowly—so slowly—heading toward the low band of my pants and the building ache beneath it.
Rhysand’s teeth scraped against my neck in a lazy caress. “What is it you want, Feyre?” He nipped at my earlobe.
I cried out just a little, arching fully against him, as if I could get that hand to slip exactly where I wanted it. I knew what he wanted me to say. I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of it. Not yet.
So I said, “I want a distraction.” It was breathless. “I want—fun.
His body tensed behind mine.
And I wondered if he somehow didn’t see it for the lie it was; if he thought . . . if he thought that was all I indeed wanted.
But his hands resumed their roaming. “Then allow me the pleasure of distracting you.”
Rhys’s whole world revolves around Feyre. She is the most important thing to him.
“My face burned. They knew—they— “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“You were in love with him; you were going to marry him. And then you . . . you were enduring everything and it didn’t feel right to tell you.”
“I deserved to know.” Feyre and Rhys are mates, not her and Tamlin. It’s Rhys that Feyre shares the bond with. Rhys didn’t want to burden Feyre with this as well as dealing with Tamlin. He was trying to be sweet, I believe. He certainly wasn’t trying to hurt her as Tamlin had done several times, already. Rhys tells her this when he’s hurt because an unnamed enemy shot him with poisoned arrows. Feyre then goes on to kill that enemy, so we never actually learn who it is. Rhys knew he and Feyre were mates Under the Mountain, although she didn’t know until this point! She says that she just wants fun, but of course Feyre wants more of Rhys! He’s been kind to her, and he knows her better than she knows herself, I believe. She claims she just wants “fun” but he knows deep down that she wants more than that—so much more…
The actual love scene comes a few chapters later, after Rhys has been shot by the arrows and Feyre, unknowingly acting on her mating bond instinctively saves him. This is also where he’s honest about his past with Amarantha Under the Mountain and about his life before too.
“I wasn’t sure I was breathing.
“Those dreams—the flashes of that person, that woman . . . I treasured them. They were a reminder that there was peace out there in the world, some light. That there was a place, and a person, who had enough safety to paint flowers on a table. They went on for years, until . . . a year ago. I was sleeping next to Amarantha, and I jolted awake from this dream . . . this dream was clearer and brighter, like that fog had been wiped away. She—you were dreaming.” This is Rhys describing how he fell in love with Feyre years ago, when he saw a dream she had. Feyre is clearly shocked that Rhys experienced her in a dream! This is a sweet bit of honesty between the two main characters of “A Court Of Mist And Fury,” one of my favourite parts of the novel! This is also when Rhys opens up to Feyre about his life and about his dreams and ultimate desires, which of course, are all about her! Before this Feyre is angry at Rhys for not telling her about the mating bond! She’s so angry that she leaves him hurt, after being shot by the poisoned arrow with Cassian and Azriel! She does make sure he gets home safely first, though! Mor suggests that she go to a cabin, a place where Rhys and his Inner Circle go for some time out. There, a few days later, Rhys turns up, apologising for being a selfish idiot. Feyre has found a secret stash of paints there, which she uses to paint the cabin. Rhys is in awe of this.
“…His hands found my waist, and I bucked my hips off the table to help him remove my socks, my leggings.
Rhys pulled back again, and I let out a bark of protest—that choked off into a gasp as he gripped my thighs and yanked me to the edge of the table, through paints and brushes and cups of water, hooked my legs over his shoulders to rest on either side of those beautiful wings and knelt before me.
Knelt on those stars and mountains inked on his knees. He would bow for no one and nothing—
But his mate. His equal.
The first lick of Rhysand’s tongue set me on fire.
I want you splayed out on a table like my own personal feast.
He growled his approval at my moan, my taste, and unleashed himself on me entirely.” This shows JUST how desperate Rhys was for Feyre. I also loved how intensely this scene was written. As I said above, I love my romance, and this was perfect!
Feyre and Rhys can write letters to each other through their bond. Feyre doesn’t think she needs protecting. Rhys, however thinks differently! I found this funny…If you know, you know, haha!
“Rhys said as much that night when I’d written him a letter and watched it vanish. Apparently, he didn’t mind his enemies knowing he was at the Court of Nightmares. If Hybern’s forces tracked him down there . . . good luck to them.
I’d written to Rhys, How do I tell Cassian and Azriel I don’t need them to protect me?Company is fine, but I don’t need sentries.
He’d written back, You don’t tell them. You set boundaries if they cross the line, but you are their friend—and my mate. They will protect you on instinct. If you kick their asses out of the house, they’ll just sit on the roof.
I scribbled, You Illyrian males are insufferable.
Rhys had just said, Good thing we make up for it with impressive wingspans.”
The last thing I’m going to briefly note, is the ending of “A Court Of Mist And Fury.” The characters have to go to see the King of Hybern, who has been plotting to get rid of the wall separating the Fae lands and human lands. He’s an evil character! Tamlin and Lucien come back into the story at the end, as well as Feyre’s sisters, who ultimately become Fae because the King of Hybern wants to show the queens how easy it is and, of course Rhys there is at the end, along with Mor, Azriel and Cassian. Rhys and Feyre suffer, as most good characters do in books! Are the queens that hold the second half of the Book of Breathings, the first half of which was in the Summer Court, good or evil?
Also, the main characters of “A Court Of Silver Flames,” which I still haven’t read, Nesta and Cassian have a few moments of closeness in “A Court Of Mist And Fury” too. Feyre even goes so far as to tell Cassian that Nesta needs someone to rely on. I could see the start of their love story, this time reading it.
Tamlin demands that the king remove the bond between Feyre and Rhysand because he’s a horrible, selfish character—does the king do this? You’ll need to read to find out! Feyre and Rhys are separated at the end of “A Court Of Mist And Fury” :(! Feyre goes back to the Spring Court with Tamlin. Why? You’ll need to read it for yourself to find out!
Before this separation, Rhys swore Feyre in as High Lady of the Night Court! This scene isn’t actually shown, which is a shame, but we know it happened from Feyre and Rhys’s recollections. I can’t remember if this is at all described in more detail in “A Court Of Wings And Ruin” or not. I hope it is! This, I believe is like their wedding ceremony. Rhys does propose at the end of the novel, obviously before this scene. The penultimate chapter is told from Rhys’s perspective, too. He tells Amren what happened with the King of Hybern and how he’s still linked to Feyre, despite Tamlin’s demand of the king of Hybern to separate their bond.
Overall then, I think you can tell from the length of this review WHY “A Court Of Mist And Fury” is one of my absolute FAVOURITE books EVER!!! The romance is PERFECT and is a major part of the plot, which is why I love it so much. Rhys is my 3rd book boyfriend. I believe, from my recollection, “A Court Of Wings And Ruin” is more action than romance based, so I don’t believe I liked that one as much. However, I will still reread that one, probably next year!
It’s Becca’s Bookopolothon now, I’m writing this on 1st September 2022, so my next month of reads will be for that. My first prompt is a small book, so that’ll probably be a manga, which I won’t review here. Check my Goodreads to see that review!
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