#azriel and Feyre will have to be the bad guys and end their 8 hour discussion

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You know when Rhys and Gwyn become close friends these two will not shut up about some sort of space theories or some ancient philosopher to the point that family dinner would have ended 4 hours ago and yet they’re still talking.

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Prythian Magazine Part 3

The Inner Circle make their appearance! I hope this chapter isn’t too crappy, I didn’t take as much time as I usually do writing this chapter. Sorry!

(I know I already said it on here, but imma say it again: I love the title for the ACOTAR novella, A Court of Frost and Starlight!!!  Also, SJM said on her insta post “ Feyre and Rhys will narrate it (along with a few others!)”. ‘ALONG WITH A FEW OTHERS’?!?!?! I am fangirling so hard over ACOFAS!)

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Feyre woke up with a gasp. She was shaking, covered in sweat, tears spilling down her face. Feyre rushed to the bathroom, knowing what was next. Kneeling on the cool tile, her dinner came rushing up. She threw up until nothing was left. Leaning against the bathtub, she curled up in a ball, trying to get a grip on herself.

Not real. Not real. Not real.

Over and over Feyre chanted. Ever since the accident, she had nightmares. Feyre lost her will to paint. Her will to eat. She was so close to losing her will to live. Feyre was wasting away and Tamlin did nothing. He and that snotty bitch, Ianthe Naomh, would play dress up on her. Feyre preferred ripped jeans, sweats, skater skirts, those types of clothes over dresses and poofy skirts. She preferred black, dark blues and purples and red - or more accurately, she used to prefer red -  over pink and pale greens and yellows. Ianthe picked out the clothes and Tamlin bought them. Makeup was another issue. She didn’t mind makeup, but Ianthe caked it on her face. Feyre felt like a Barbie Doll, for Cauldron’s sake!

Feyre felt grateful that Lucien was there. He made sure she ate. Thanks to him, Feyre gained back some of the weight she lost. Lucien comforted her if Feyre went to him to talk about her nightmares. She knew Tamlin heard her puking her guts up, but he never woke up. “We need to put this behind us.” he always said. Feyre didn’t really notice how bad things got until he got angry more often, and started breaking things, or punching holes in the wall.

Feyre got up from the floor. She shuffled over to her bed. Feyre curled up in a ball, once again. After a while of staring in the dark, her eyes closed.

As Feyre walked down the stairs, she saw Lucien and Mor, both dressed, eating Chinese takeout.

“Why are you guys eating Chinese? It’s, like, 8 in the morning.”

Both of them jumped, not hearing her come down the stairs. Lucien was the one who answered.

“Actually, it’s 1 in the afternoon, Feyre.”

“What?”

I slept through half the day? Feyre still felt tired. Why didn’t they wake me up?

“You had a rough day, Feyre. We didn’t want to wake you up.” Mor said, as if sensing Feyre’s thoughts.

“Thanks.” Feyre replied. She really did need that rest.

Feyre fixed herself a cup of coffee and washed an apple. She really didn’t want to eat. Lucien gave her a look, as if to say “You should eat more, Feyre”. Feyre gave him a look of her own, hoping he would get what she wanted to say. Not hungry. I’ll eat more later. He seemed torn between giving her more food, or letting Feyre do what she wanted. He ended up letting Feyre eat her apple, but she knew at dinner, he would make sure she ate a good amount of food.

Throughout the meal, the three of them had a nice conversation. Feyre was glad Mor and Lucien seemed to get along, although she still wanted to know why Mor reacted the way she did to Lucien’s surname. When they were cleaning up, Mor told Lucien and Feyre about the plans for the evening.

“So, I talked with the guys, and if it’s cool with you two, they want to meet up at Rita’s.”

Feyre remembered Rita’s. Well, she’d never been there, but Mor always told her that it was the best club ever. It wasn’t like the gross, stuffy ones they went to during university. Mor promised her, one day everyone would go there. Feyre was excited to see the place so many of the crazy stories her friends told took place.

“That’s fine with me. I’d love to go.” Feyre told Mor.

“It’s fine.” Lucien said. Feyre knew he wasn’t exactly one hundred percent comfortable in this new place, but she was glad he agreed to come. It would be fun.

“Great! We’ll leave in four hours.” Mor said happily, giving them a big smile. “Also, I planned to get you guys some clothes, since I assume you don’t want to wear your clothes from yesterday.”

“Mor, you don’t need to buy us clothes. What we have is fine.” Feyre told her friend. She already had done so much for them by giving Lucien and Feyre a place to stay.

“I insist, Feyre. And technically, I wasn’t going to buy clothes. I have some clothes designed by yours truly you guys can wear.”

“That would be nice. Thank you, Mor.” Lucien said. Feyre agreed with him. It would be nice to have new clothes, and wearing clothes designed by a friend wouldn’t hurt.

“That’s fine. Thank you so much Mor.” Feyre said.

Mor gave them another one of her happy smiles. “Of course. What are friends for?”

Mor was a genius. Lucien wore cream pants, a green jacket embroidered with gold, a white shirt underneath. He had a pair of black shoes on. The entire look was amazing. The clothes fit well, the pants showing off his thighs. Mor, knowing Feyre’s clothing preferences, gave her a pair of ripped black jeans. She also loaned her a pair of black ankle boots, with a slight heel. Feyre wore a white shirt with a black and gray plaid shirt over it. Feyre borrowed some of Mor’s makeup to cover the bruise on her face and put a bit of eyeliner on. It felt good to wear something that was her.

Mor wore a gorgeous tight red dress coming down to her thighs. She paired them with a pair of shiny black heels. Feyre have no idea how Mor was capable of wearing something with that high of a heel. Mor’s hair and makeup completed the look. Her was done in her beautifully natural golden waves, and her makeup, on any other person, would’ve looked like they caked it on, but it looked natural on Mor.

She really was a true genius when it came to fashion.

More gave a little squeal when Lucien and Feyre came down.

“Cauldron, you guys look amazing!” She said, looking both of them up and down, getting a good look at their outfits.

“Thank you again, Mor. These clothes are amazing. You’re such a great designer.” Feyre complimented. Lucien nodded his agreement.

“Awww, thanks Fey! Now, come on! We have to get going. I want to get there before Cassian. He’ll eat everything whether we’re there or not.” Mor said.

They piled in Mor’s car, and she drove off. Mor and Feyre spoke the whole way. Lucien was looking out the window, examine all the places they passed. Eventually, they got to Rita’s. The city it was in was amazing! It was so full of life and there stores for pretty much everything.

“Welcome to Velaris! The City Of Starlight!” Mor exclaimed when we got out of her car.

“Velaris?” Lucien said, confusion showing in his face, “How come I’ve never heard of it?”

Huh. Lucien was right. Feyre grew up in a small town near the border of Prythian. We studied about Prythian, but not once, has Velaris been on a map, or spoken about.

Mor shrugged, “We live on the outskirts of Velaris, but not many people know this city exists. Only people from the Night Court know of its existence. I don’t even think everyone in the Night Court knows Velaris exists. Now, come on! I’m starved.”

Feyre, Lucien, and Mor walked into Rita’s. It definitely wasn’t as crazy as the clubs they went to all those years ago. Mor led them to a booth near the back.

“Feyre!” A voice shouted. She knew the voice instantly.

“Cassian!” Feyre exclaimed. He came up to her and gave her a big hug. Feyre was so happy to see Cassian. They had good times at school. When they parted, Feyre saw the rest of the Inner Circle walking up.

“Amren.” Feyre gave a small smile, not sure how Amren would react to her being here.

“About time you came back.” She replied. Her tone wasn’t as cold as Feyre thought it would be. Out if the corner of her eye, Feyre saw Lucien pale a bit at the sight of Amren. It took time for Feyre to get used to her. Feyre turned to the next Inner Circle member.

“Hey, Azriel.” Feyre said to the quietest member.

“Good to see you, Feyre.” He said, giving her the smallest of smiles.

At last, Feyre turned to the final member of their group - Mor’s cousin.

“Rhys.”

*Naomh (Pronounced Neev) means “holy” in Irish Gaelic*

Hey, guys! I hope this chapter wasn’t trashy. Anyway, please point out any errors I made, and I’ll fix them! So, it looks like there will be multiple POV from now on. I still want there to be a lot of Feyre, though, so I’m going to try and alternate between Feyre's POV and another character's POV. The next chapter will be someone else’s point of view. I’m excited to write it!

Much love to you all! <3

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Bright as the Night Sky (Part 12):

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I stifle a gasp as I stare at the glass enclosure, its dirty surface in the dim light making it almost impossible to peer into its contents. But despite the lack of visibility, it was all too clear to notice the large membraneous shadows clustered in the stifling coffin.

My fingers are a trembling mess as I try to summon courage, to will my heart to stop its frantic beating, as my fingers grasp the sides of the glass panels and pull with all my might. But the glass does not budge, dirt is now encrusted underneath my nails and I nearly growl in frustration.

“Why won’t it open?” I growl, fingers balled into fists as I try to restrain my erratic emotions.

Tamlin swallows audibly. “It has a spell—“

“What kind of spell?” I ground out as I stalk towards him, ready to strangle him if need be.

“Uh…um…a locking spell…I didn’t want anyone to-“

“Listen to me Tamlin and listen closely.” I whisper, voice deadly quiet, “If you do not open this chest in the next two seconds, I will unleash upon you the darkest night that my Court has to offer and I will plague your lands until you forget how the sun even felt on your useless hide.” I threaten and Tamlin’s eyes widen as he takes in my ferocity.

“You wouldn’t dare.” He breathes and I nearly launch myself at him at the disbelief in his voice.

“Open it NOW.” I roar and he nearly trips in his haste to reach the damn glass and press a smooth palm over its surface. It begins to release a feverish light, almost blinding, until it winks out and the glass slowly pivots open, the creaking of the hinges raising the hairs on my arms as the contents of that hellish cage are finally clear.

My heart suddenly gallops to a stop as a cry is nearly ripped from throat, one hand clamping over my lips as I take in the majestic wings pinned to the wooden panel behind it. I’m hesitant to come any closer.

But I do.

I step so close that I run a delicate finger over its dry surface, the normal leathery feel gone…all that remains are wrinkles in its papery surface, their texture that of fall’s broken leaves, all that remains their broken carcasses before being swept away in winter’s storm.

I can hardly swallow as I turn my gaze to the wings to my left, the talon adorning its uppermost portion dull with age, its points blunt from continual use. I pass a soft hand over its delicate skin until I reach the uppermost corner where dried muscle and tissue are only charred chunks from where they were ripped from their backs. I whimper escapes my lips as hot tears rain down my face as I imagine their suffering, their pain, their—

I pause as I take in a tiny spot hidden in a crook of the wing, so achingly familiar that I nearly jolt back. The tiny blemish brings a roar to my lips as I scream against the hot flash of pain in my chest, in my heart, in my soul, as I realize who this wing belonged to.

For how could I not recognize the familiar blemish that was all too similar to the one on my mate’s. After centuries of gazing upon him in wonder, there was no way that I would not recognize them anywhere.

I can hardly control myself as I slam my knees onto the floor, hands clawing at my eyes as I try to erase the face behind the wings, the woman who loved my mate so much. How can I tell him? How do I tell him that I found his mother’s wings?

For a few moments, I had believed that maybe this was just a dream or someone else’s wings, my mind refusing to believe that this could be all that is left of Rhysand’s family.

Pain so fierce is gripping my chest as I try to breathe. Pain for the mother and daughter who remained pinned in a box for nearly 300 hundred years and most of all; pain for the male who would have to relive their deaths all over again.

For that was what was scorching my soul, the pain, the fear, the hate that would possess him. How I loathed to be the one to tell him, to rip open those scarred wounds. For I don’t think he would ever survive it and I could not survive in a world without him.

So I screamed.

I screamed so loud that I hoped that all of Prythian would hear my cries and know that these women were loved and that they did not deserve to die. That my mate did not deserve this pain, that he should never have to go back into the darkness of a starless night.

I am nearly at my wit’s end when the door to the townhouse swings open and I nearly barrel into Feyre as I scramble towards the entrance, desperate to make sure she’s alright. I grip her by her shoulders, feeling for anything even though she still hasn’t opened the bond.

I can sense Nesta’s anxiety behind me, along with Cassian and Azriel’s curiosity tinged with their need to defend their High Lady. And before I can say anything they quietly usher themselves out of the house, giving Feyre a quick once-over for any visible injuries and disappearing into the darkening skies.

“Feyre? Feyre look at me.” I nearly beg as I try to brush the wisps of hair out of her eyes and find the dark circles underneath them. Her cheeks are tinged with pink from crying and those round eyes swollen and red. “What’s wrong my love…talk to me…” I murmur as I try to coax a reaction out her.

She takes in a shuddering breath and allows her meek gaze to reach my own, those doleful eyes laden with sorrow that I cannot understand. “I’m so sorry…” She whispers hoarsely as if she’s been screaming for the last few hours. “For lying to you, for—“

“Shh.” I silence as I bring her frail body and press her against my own, hating the quiet of the bond and the heat of her tears soaking my shirt. “There’s nothing to forgive…I just want to know what has caused you these tears…who hurt you?” I growl quietly, heat pooling in my veins as my instincts roar for me to find the person who did this to my mate and destroy them.

“No one!” Her head snaps up as she presses those delicate palms over my chest, those eyes supplicating as she tries to rein in my temper but her eyes are pooling up again and I can’t take it anymore.

“What’s going on Feyre?” My voice losing some of that gentleness. “Why did you close the bond? I almost went insane! I didn’t know where you were or what you were doing and I…” I loose a deep breath and run my hand through my disheveled hair. “I was so afraid of losing you. I hate not knowing where you are or if I can help and then you lying to me just made me feel—“

“Please Rhysand…” Feyre interrupts, fresh tears running down her face as her fingers curl into the fabric of my shirt. “I’m so sorry! I lied and I hate myself for doing it and I wish I never did…I didn’t trust you and it’s my fault. I should have trusted my mate as I have trusted my High Lord and I betrayed you and you have every right to be angry with me. Nothing should be worth our trust and I don’t ever want to lose you.” She sobs and I crush against my chest, feeling the hot tears trailing my cheeks and landing onto her golden hair.

“I’m not angry darling, I could never be angry at you but I was worried. I was so scared that I couldn’t reach you and I still don’t understand why you’re crying or why you closed the bond.” I pull away and keep her at arms length, forcing her to meet my eyes. “Show me your trust…tell me what happened Feyre.”

I can see her jaw clenching as she tries to suppress her emotions, wiping angrily at the onslaught from her eyes before pulling herself together momentarily and opening those chapped lips.

“I hate that I have to be the one to tell you.” Her voice wobbles as she grabs my hands and tries to encase them in her clammy ones. “But I love you Rhysand and please don’t shut me out—“

“Feyre you’re scaring me…what have you done?” My eyes narrow onto her skittish features and her guilty countenance. She lowers her eyes and swallows audibly before whispering oh-so-quietly that I fear that even the breath that escaped her lips didn’t hear;

“I found their wings. I saw them.” And before I can even comprehend what she’s telling me she finally opens the bond.

Author’s Note:

So I have rewarded my faithful followers with a juicy update and hopefully relieve some of that pent up angst. 

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BTW SO SORRY THIS IS AN EDIT!!!!! I FORGOT TO ADD THIS PICTURE!!!!

This is pretty much how I pictured the box and the wings, I thought it would give you guys an idea. Either way I’ll post this on the next chapter for those who missed out on the picture. (and no I didn’t draw this, I got this off of google images)

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(completed) acowar liveblog

ACOWAR LIVE BLOG (SPOILERS OBVIOUSLY)

spoilers will be ahead... you have been warned

feel free to message me to talk about the book!

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5/1/17 11:22pm- someone help me I've literally preordered the ebook and the hardcover (which hasn't even shipped yet ugh) and I'm so prepared 

5/1/17 11:31pm- I've read the first 8 sample chapters so. many. times... i'm ready for the real thing now pls thx bye

5/2/17 12:06am- IT TOOK TILL 12:06 FOR THE EBOOK TO RELEASE OMG MIDNIGHT RELEASE MY BUTT SMH

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chapters 1-8: i kinda like jurian actually (maybe ill regret saying that idk), lucien being protective of elain is making my heart warm, tamlin makes me wanna kill someone, feyre shouldve cut ianthe’s throat tbh, the twins give out such weird vibes, AND OMG rhys and feyre sending images of themselves sticking their tongues out is my moodboard i love it so much

chapter 9: “Blood rubies or no, you will always have one friend in the Summer Court.” My throat bobbed. “And you will always have one in mine,” I promised her. She knew which court I meant. And did not look afraid. I LOVE ALIS OK SHE IS ACCEPTING AND PROTECTIVE AND AMAZING

ianthe needs to get her filthy hands off of lucien before i strangle her

LUCIEN AND FEYRE GOING TO THE NIGHT COURT TOGETHER HECK TO THE YES 

chapter 12: @luciens brothers can you go die pls ok thx bye

chapter 13: CASSIAN IS OK AND SO IS AZ ADHEIOFHJKFAJ MY LIFE IS SLOWLY PIECING ITSELF BACK TOGETHER

“i am the high lady of the night court” hECK YES YOU ARE

the tender cassian and feyre hug made me sob even more and then the mor hug hauidfghuajkshcdfa the feels

chapter 14: I AM SOBBING I AM S O B B I N G AT THIS FEYSAND REUNION HELP MY POOR BROKEN SOUL

also omg just imagine lucien watching this reunion bc i think his expression would be absolutely priceless

chapter 15: “I was in love with Feyre,” Rhys said quietly, “long before she ever returned the feeling.” whats that noise??? oh yeah its just the sound of my heart breaking no big deal

“I revealed the mating bond months later—and she gave me hell for it, don’t worry.” hA 

LUCIEN CALLING AMREN A CRANKY OLD AUNT OMG

chapter 16: poor nesta and elain omg no 

i really need to know whats going on between nesta and cassian bc theres def something there hehe

chapter 17: MOR AND CASSIAN AND STICKING THEIR TONGUES OUT TO EACH OTHER TOO NOW OMG FIRST FEYRE AND RHYS AND NOW THEM WHAT IS HAPPENING

chapter 18: “defending the female he loved”  PLS JUST GET TOGETHER ALREADY @MOR @AZRIEL 

“our family” MY HEART IS MELTING HELP I JUST WANT MY BABIES TO BE HAPPY

“It was the first time you had looked … peaceful. Like you were indeed awake, alive again. I was so relieved I thought I’d puke right onto the table.” GUYS RHYS CARES SO MUCH ABOUT FEYRE LIKE PLS REALIZE HE WAS SO ECSTATIC THAT SHE LOOKED ALIVE AGAIN HE WANTED TO PUKE BC HE CARES ABOUT HER SO. FREAKING. MUCH.

“I will fight with everything I have, too, Rhys. Everything.” why do i have the feeling this is foreshadowing something that i am not going to like at all

chapter 19: “Why should I be scared of an oversized bat who likes to throw temper tantrums?” this is how true love starts out 400% you go nesta 

chapter 21: oh dang it here goes the nightmares starting up again

chapter 22: feyre sees the bone carver as their son omg what can this please happen

chapter 23: “Nothing about Nesta could frighten me.” *cue me audibly going awwwwww*

chapter 24: “She was the most beautiful female he’d ever seen.” This seems to be a common way of thinking when people look at their mates hehe throwback to acotar

az is such a bean like who else is awesome enough to wait 500 years for the girl he loves 

chapter 26: AZRIEL PUTTNG HIS HAND ON TOP OR MOR’S DURING THE MEETING WITH KIER OMG WHY MUST SHE REJECT HIS TENDER HAND TOUCH

chapter 27: mor being depressed bc of what she witnessed at the meeting makes me wanna cry

omg the inner court arguing what is this

chapter 29: tbh az reminds me of myself so much and i think we have the same MBTI personality type((:

chapter 30: the heck is hybern’s little minions doing in velaris nonunion go home you aren't allowed here

chapter 32: NESTA IS A SEER WHAT DOES THIS MEAN

chapter 33: “He did not glance back at Elain. Did not see the half step she took toward the stairs—as if she’d speak to him. Stop him.” elucien for rulers of the autumn court pls

chapter 34: varian warning amren??? they're friends?? so they keep in touch?? hmmmmmmm sounds suspicious(((;

chapter 36: KING OF HYBERN VS RHYS OMG WHAT AM I ABOUT TO WITNESS

oh jk he wasn't really there oops

chapter 38: I think tarquin should forgive them especially since they came to his rescue but hey thats just me

chapter 39: “And it was precisely because of it that I said, “I love you.” His head lifted, eyes churning. “There was a time when I dreamed of hearing that,” he murmured. “When I never thought I’d hear it from you.” 

nesta being worried ab cassian ahhhhhh

chapter 42: nesta being named emissary omg i love it

“And to my eternal shock, a smile tugged at Nesta’s mouth.” ahaha

GAMBLING ON THE FIGHTS AT THE MEETING AHAHA WHY AM I NOT SURPRISED AT ALL

chapter 43: this viviane girl seems cool.. i hope she doesn't end up stabbing my babies in the back:)))

ew no i was perfectly fine with having tamlin absent for the remainder of the book

same @feyre who is 500% done with tamlin and his crap 

chapter 45: NESTA STANDING UP FOR CASSIAN AND SASSING OUT BERON IS THE REASON IM STILL ALIVE 

chapter 47: I'm beginning to really like helion

chapter 48: too bad i already saw spoilers so i knew helion was luciens dad smhhhhhhh

ok but like if nesta thinks something is wrong, shouldn't you have learned by now that something is usually wrong???????

wow would ya look at that...something was wrong *scowls*

chapter 52: where the frick frackle jensen ackle did jurian come from 

chapter 53: ok but i totally called jurian being good

....tamlin still being a tool i see 

chapter 55: they keep mentioning their dad so i have a feeling he's in trouble/being held captive

chapter 56: nesta helping heal cass omg yes

YES MY GIRL SURI

chapter 58: I've never wanted ianthe dead more,,,,WHO DARES SHOOT MY GIRL SURI HREIAOFHJAKEF FIGHT ME

chapter 60: i literally bawled so much when suri died omg i sounded like a dying horse

chapter 61: this episode of honestly hour features feyre and mor going head-to-head about decisions and relationships... stay tuned for the next episode

chapter 62: amren and varian kissing hm how do i feel ab this

chapter 63: ELAIN IS AN ACTUAL SUNSHINE WHO DARES TAKE HER AWAY (of course its az my little bean who notices she's gone)

also I'm betting ten bucks lucien will find her and save her (prolly not gonna happen but it would be cute if he did)

chapter 64: EW SHE HAS TO BE IANTHE WOW THATS UNFORTUNATE

rhys and feyre’s goodbyes felt more like a pep talk than a sad goodbye but thats just me

ok thanks for saving feyre @tamlin but for the record i still hate you

chapter 65: omg nesta hugging feyre and all the sisters being all nice and cuddly makes me so happy

chapter 66: the moriel shipping part of me is very sad but yunno maybe this means i can keep az for myself (or elain can have him idk which direction sarah will take this) and mor can be eternally happy((:

sooooo does this mean elain x az is now gonna happen bc like az is gonna need someone to help heal the hole in his heart and elain is such a sweetie but what about lucien????

chapter 68: but are we ever gonna know what feyre saw in the mirror?

chapter 69: tender az and elain moment omg that was so cute i love my smol beans

“I would have waited five hundred more years for you. A thousand years. And if this was all the time we were allowed to have … The wait was worth it.” AWEEE

rhys and his lil speeches to everyone dang what is this

chapter 70: “And then Nesta began screaming. Not in pain. But a name. Over and over. “CASSIAN.” IM SUCH NESSIAN TRASH IDOFHAJDKFA

chapter 71: “This was it. The last moments … the last time I would see them all.” nothings even happened yet and I'm already crying

“He told me that he’s got three daughters who live here. And that he failed them for many years. But he would not fail them this time.” well shoot i have no words rn and tbh i kinda forgot their dad existed the past few chapters

chapter 72: “She wrapped her arms tightly around Cassian, those gray-blue eyes bright, then they were gone.” THEY GIVE ME LIFEEEE YESSSS

chapter 73: OK AMREN WHAT ARE YA DOIN???

chapter 74: ....welp... bye bye mr archeron thanks for saving my babies and also wHERE THE FRICK DID YOU COME FROM?? nesta and elain and feyre being sad is making me sad

OK WHY IS CASSIANS WINGS GETTING HURT AGAIN??? i feel like this is sarah starting a new thing like “hey! lets just end every book with cassian’s wings getting ripped to shreds!!”

“I have no regrets in my life, but this.” His voice shook with every word. “That we did not have time. That I did not have time with you, Nesta.” FRICK OMG THIS IS IT. THIS IS THE MOMENT I BECAME COMPLETE NESSIAN TRASH. AND THEN THE KISS. OH MY. I CANT. I JUST LOVE THEM SO MUCH.

and elain coming to the rescue omg heck to the yes

chapter 75: nesta stabbing the king is tHE BEST. i can't just feel the pure rage and emotion radiating out of her as she twists the blade in his neck. think of the people she's doing it for. her dad, her sisters, her new family, cassian. this scene gives me so many feels

amren saying she's glad she met feyre awe

chapter 76: AHHHH RHYS IM SOBBING NO FEYRE HDAUKHJD AHHHH WHY DID RHYS DIE ON PAGE 666

chapter 77: feyre screaming for rhys nononononono i feel my soul shattering

rhys was DEAD and he comes back making a JOKE....why is this not surprising

chapter 78: lucien is back ahhhh it feels like he was gone for the whole book tbh

yes drakon and miryam hauifheajkdfhajfha

chapter 81: RHYSAND’S POV YESSSS

talking about feyre’s “beautiful laugh” ahhhhhh they're sooooo cuteeee

chapter 82: i LOVE the fact the book ended with them all peaceful. they deserve it. i love everyone. i am happy. goodbye.

[athroneofmistandglass]

Clinging On To Hope

A visit to Hewn City was due; we had put it off for as long as possible. Resentment for the place came from both of our beings, it wouldn’t be hard to hide behind the mask of the High Lord and Lady of the Night Court. Mor would winnow in Cassian and Azriel before taking to the throne room to give the court dwellers a warning that they didn't deserve. Rhys and I would winnow in right behind.

No words were spoken as we prepared to leave the City of Starlight, we were all dreading going back under the mountain. I had visited the Court of Nightmares only twice since becoming High Lady and both times the story ended the same way - in disaster. 

We landed in the woodlands of the snow capped mountains near the entrance to Hewn City and I glanced around. It never failed to amaze me how a place of such beauty was the disguise of a place so full of death and betrayal. I could feel Rhys’ eyes on my back and I turned around to give him a quick smile when a sudden burning pain appeared in my abdomen.

It had escalated in seconds, bringing me to my knees. My eyes were scrunched shut from the pain. I could feel Rhys’ panic down the bond and underneath that, rage. His blood was boiling. 

I swallowed trying to keep in my scream, the cause of my pain was an ash wood knife protruding through my stomach. Someone had pushed it so hard into my body that it had appeared on the other side. The already intense pain took me over the edge into oblivion as someone twisted the knife lodged in my back.

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Rhys

Feyre was so beautiful, it still shocked me every time I saw her radiant smile. I couldn't believe that she was mine. I watched her, a smile gracing my face, as she took in the snow capped mountains with her artist’s eyes. She was wearing a long back backless dress that was very daring, especially the long split that stopped dangerously close to the top of her thighs. The dress was made of a shear material that reflected the light, making it look like she was almost glowing in ethereal light.

She turned around, smiling at me when suddenly she was on the floor her eyes clenched shut in pain. Panic and rage-an animalistic rage, from somewhere deep within me. A primal rage, -filled me. She opened her eyes to stare at me when the creature twisted the knife, it had punched into her back, causing her to lose consciousness. 

I winnowed over to Feyre as she tipped forward catching her before she fell, supporting her weight. These precious few moments allowing the foul creature to get away, but right now all that mattered was my mates well-being. 

“Feyre,” I gasped my throat tight. I would not lose her now. I wouldn't. I had to get the knife out. As gently as possible I turned her around, desperate but trying not to cause her more pain, trying to find the hilt of the knife. It was then that I realised that it was no ordinary knife, but ash wood a deadly poison to the fae. A rage I could barely contain filled me up. I needed Mor and knowing that she was my last hope I let lose a roar that shook the mountain in a desperate attempt to contact her. 

Clinging Feyre to my chest, now stained red with blood, I shattered her mental shields and entered her mind. I hated violating her privacy but I knew it was the only way to help her. She was so deeply unconscious that even the shattering of her mental shields did not cause her to stir. 

With feather light fingers, I picked through her mind taking away her pain and filling her head with happy memories. As her pain started to ebb away she finally started to stir. I kept her in a deluded state, filled with happy memories. She was placable and flaccid in my arms.

It was then that I saw Mor run out from under the mountain form my peripheral gaze. She faltered for a split second seeing Feyre in my arms before she winnowed right in front of me.

“Mor, thank the cauldron. We have to get it out, it is ash,” she could see that I was hanging on by a thread. She nodded before focusing on Feyre’s wound. Painfully slowly the ash started to recede the movement and pain jarring Feyre out of her placable state. At some point Feyre started coughing blood but I refused to let her fall into unconsciousness in fear that she wouldn't wake from it.

When the ash was finally out, Feyre flopped in my arms. Her breathing became weak until it could be called little more than wheezing.

“Feyre,” I cried as her eyes drifted shut. “Feyre, please. Gods Feyre, stay with me please.” I cried preparing to winnow us to the Dawn Court, they could help her with their healing powers. I stood cradling Feyre against my chest, her head on my shoulder as her breathing thinned out to nothing.

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We landed in the Dawn Court seconds later, and I thanked the cauldron that they had been our allies during the war against Hybern. I was frantic as I ran towards the High Lord’s residence. He is my last hope. Feyre is completely still in my arms as I reach the residence. I bang on the door until it is opened by a young female lesser fae. Her eyes go wide at seeing the High Lord of the Night Court frantic at the front door of her High Lord’s residence. 

“Please,” I say and am surprised how calmly it comes out. “If you may, I need to see your High Lord.” I sound so assured and she moves past, letting in before closing the door and leading the way down the hall. 

We appear in what seems be a throne room. High Lord Arwyn of the Dawn Court. 

“Rhysand,” he greets. 

“Arwyn,” I reply. “I need your help. Feyre, my mate, she was attacked with ash wood and has stopped breathing. Please.”

Maybe it was my use of the word please, or that he had never seen me so panicked before but he climbed off his throne and walked towards me, taking Feyre out of my arms. I almost sagged with relief. He rushed off towards what I assumed was the infirmary, carrying Feyre’s limp body. 

We came to a small room that must have been private and he lay Feyre down on the bed before throwing up a curtain and a wall of air. I made to go to them but he ground out.

“Wait there!”

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What seemed like hours later, Arwyn walked towards me. He had a grim look on his face and was covered in Feyre’s blood. 

“I’m so sorry Rhysand,” he said solemnly.

I felt my eyes go wide and rushed towards the bed. Fear clenched my heart like a vice. I almost collapsed in relief seeing Feyre sitting up, crying, on the bed. My heart was soaring. She was alive, she was okay. Everything was fine. 

I walked over to her, wiping away her tears and sliding behind her on the bed. Her body was resting between my legs as I combed my hands through her hair.

“What’s wrong darling?” I asked. “We are okay, you are okay.”

“I...I...” Tears ran down her face and her nose was running. She was getting worked up. 

“Shhh,” I cooed holding her to my body. “Shhh,” I held her in my embrace.

“I was pregnant Rhys, we lost the baby. I didn't even know,” she sobbed. My heart clenched, I knew how hard it was for fae females to get pregnant. Children were rare, cherished. We had lost one without evening knowing it existed. 

“I think we should name it, you know to get closure,” she sniffled. “I want to call it Carys.”

“Carys,” I agreed my voice weak. “Her name is Carys.”

Hey guys, it got a little longer than I thought it was going to be and I know the writing’s bad. I picked Carys as it means ‘to love’ and thought it was appropriate and Arwyn which is welsh meaning ‘White or fair’. I thought that would be okay for the day court. I haven't written anything in a while so this is quite sloppy and badly written but oh well. I also can't be bothered to proof-read because I’m lazy so there is going to be tones of mistakes but who cares, right? Feed back is welcome and appreciated including constructive criticism!