It was on my long list of to be reviewed books, mostly because it’s one of my favorites. The books I’ve already read are actually taking me longer to review since I have to go back and read them, but someone in my inbox told me I should review it so it’s the first on my list now to review.
The Tell-Tale Heart by Edgar Allen Poe
Another short that I absolutely loved, so why not bundle my two favorites to review.
A Court of Thorns and Roses Series (1-3) by Sarah J. Maas
I read the series last summer and I have to revisit my thoughts of the series, but I did immensely enjoy them. I’m not reviewing the last book, A Court of Silver Flames, because I haven’t read it, yet and I’m sorta hesitating until the next book is released (Mostly because I hear it might be around Azrael, so might as well bundle the two books together).
Throne of Glass Series (1-7) by Sarah J. Maas
literally just finished the last book yesterday and while I did review the first one and wasn’t all that excited to read the rest of the books, I have to say I was pleasantly surprised. I never doubted Sarah J. Maas (one of the few authors I like off of BookTok), but the first two books were an uphill battle to get through. Though the last books make me emotional unstable…I’ll just save the rest of my comments for the reviews.
Rereading Empire of Storms and once again notice a difference between Rowan and Lorcan regarding their paramours… When Elide is close to breaking from despair, Lorcan offers her pleasantries and comforts, the bed, a bath, a tin of salve for her leg. He talks about trying to use kindness to make her want to help him, be grateful to him.
Then there’s Rowan who sees Aelin about to snap and is like “Lol backflip bitch”
Everyone talks about what a cold hearted bastard Lorcan can be, but pre-QoS Rowan is 1000 times more of a prick lol
Book quotes that made me believe in love again~ part 2, because these are all so adorable I just couldn’t fit them into one post<3
•He pushed, simply because he damn well couldn’t stop himself,
“And what do you deserve?” A slow smile, indeed a plains-cat readying for the kill. Then, “Certainly more than a bastard-born nobody.”
~Nesta my queen letting her romantic side show for a second :’) so vulnerable. Huh? What? Unresolved trauma? No- this is 100/10 romance bb
•"You don’t even know what you’re saying,” Kenji tells him. “You’re acting crazy—”
“I was happier,” Adam says, “when I thought she was dead.”
“You, of all people,” Adam says to me. He looks so disgusted. “I trusted you—told you things I never should’ve told you— I can’t believe you’d do this to me. That you’d fall for him. What the hell is wrong with you?” he demands, his voice rising in pitch. “How sick in the head do you have to be?”
~Adam Kent to his girlfriend<3 fights can be so sexy. especially when a guy calls his girlfriend fucked in the head uwu. every girl’s dream :))wishing she was dead aaahhh love is love okay.
•His growls of pleasure filled the tent, drowning out the distant cries of the injured and dying. Life and death—hovering so close, whispering in our ears.
And I hoped that this shard of life we offered up, this undimming light between us, would drive death a bit further away. At least for another day.
~feysand my fav power couple. getting down and dirty in a battlefield like the rulers they are. What? oh no not fighting for their homeland no no that’s for basic bitches<33 romantics do seggsy time in battles ;) it’s called feminism okay look it up
•“You care for me,” Will said. His voice was cool and sure. “And you know that I admire you, the way that all women know when a man admires them. Now you have come to tell me you will be here, available to me, for as long as I might wish it. I am offering you what I thought you wanted.”
“You cannot mean that.”
“And you cannot have imagined I meant anything more,” Will said. “There is no future for a Shadowhunter who dallies with warlocks. One might befriend them, employ them, but not …”
~will my bestie offering the girl he loves to be his whore<3 unusual but I don’t kink shame here :) spread loveee,hashtag speaking from the heart
•"Hear my judgment,” Cardan says, authority ringing in his voice. “I hereafter exile Jude Duarte to the mortal world until such time as she is pardoned by the crown. Until then, let her not step one foot in Faerie or forfeit her life.”
I gasp. “But you can’t do that!”
He looks at me for a long moment, but his gaze is mild, as though he’s expecting me to be fine with exile. As though I am nothing at all. “Of course I can,” he replies.
“But I’m the Queen of Faerie,” I shout, and for a moment, there is silence.
Then everyone around me begins to laugh.
“Deny it then,” I yell. “Deny me!”
He cannot, of course, so he does not.
~cardan my fairie romeo sweeping Jude off her feet by exiling her<3 *I think I’ve seeeenn this film beforeeee* he really thought he showed some huge ass ravenclaw energy here :) who said long distance can’t be steamy?
•“I lied,” he said. “Demons lie, Clary. You know, there are some kinds of wounds you can get when you’re a Shadowhunter—internal injuries from demon poison. You don’t even know what’s wrong with you, but you’re bleeding to death slowly inside. That’s what it’s like, just being your brother.”
“But Aline—”
“I had to try. And I did.” His voice was lifeless. “But God knows, I don’t want anyone but you. I don’t even want to want anyone but you.”
Clary’s voice had sunk to a whisper. “I don’t want anyone but you, either.”
~awww this is like the new “being your friend isn’t enough”,, brotherly love<3 okay friends to lovers enemies to lovers WHAT ABOUT SIBLINGS TO LOVERS HUHHH
•"You—Reid, you also made an oath to me. You’re my husband, and I’m your wife.”
His hands dropped to his sides. Defeated. A spark of hope flared in my chest. But then he closed his eyes—seeming to collapse in on himself—and when he opened them again, they were void of all emotion. Empty. Dead.
“You are not my wife.”
What was left of my heart shattered completely.
~Reid my new bff being loyal to his religion and telling Lou that she’s not his wife :’) so pure. true love 101. *so there you go-o can’t make a wife outta a WITCH* his mentor is the hot priest from fleabag<3 “you love me? It’ll pass<3”
•“Why don’t I give you the lashing you deserve?”
He looked so dead set on it that she blinked. “If you ever take a whip to me, I will skin you alive.” Rowan paused his stalking. “You’re worthless.”
“Tell me something I don’t know.”
He went on, “You would probably have been more useful to the world if you’d actually died ten years ago.”
She just looked him in the eye and said, “I’m leaving.”
~ughhh what is it with men’s dirty talk being “I wish you were dead” it’s so poetic :’) again, bird love confessions are…unique, so cut rowan some slack. also threatening to whip her kinkyyyy<333
•Juliette supposed it was her turn to walk away. The lover and the liar, the liar and the lover. They switched those roles between themselves like it was a game.
“I tell the truth,” Juliette said again. Each word was a blade that sliced through her tongue, cutting her twice as deep as the harm she put out into the world. “Wake up. This entire dalliance between us has been an extraction of information.”
“Juliette, don’t say such—”
~Juliette and Roma spending the whole book pining over each other and confessing their feelings, to reach this end. because love<333
•“Don’t worry, tracker. You’ll know when our deal is up.” He shoved me belowdecks, but not before I heard his parting words to Mal—“I’ll be certain you hear it when I make her scream.”
~love triangles can be sooo beautiful especially when you’ve been kidnapped by one of the guys and the other has the personality of a wet towel<33 but love is love so-
The trope where a character has lots of scars and is given the opportunity to heal them but while the healer is doing their thing the character looks at a particular scar and goes “No, not this one.” because it reminds them of something they survived will ALWAYS, ALWAYS SERVE
“She was fire, and light, and ash, and embers. She was Aelin Fireheart, and she bowed for no one and nothing, save the crown that was hers by blood and survival and triumph.”
I doodled Rowan and Aelin for Christmas last year, and I was surprised by how popular it was, so I decided to do a nicer version. I meant to have this done for Christmas, but…well, here it is now!
Rereading Heir of Fire and read the first time Manon says “from now until darkness claims us” let’s just say I’m in tears. Had to close the book and put it down, I need a moment.
This is a little project I’ve been working on as an acotar/tog crossover. I thought I’d give you guys a sneak peek for if I ever decide to post the full thing. Anyway, you’ll never guess who Fenrys’ lover is. (Don’t tell me I’m weird if you figure it out)
*****
Whimpering, Fenrys put a shield around himself that he knew would do no good, his body shivering as the house shivered. His ears rung with every crash, the grumble bouncing around in his head.
The bedroom door opened. He should have locked it. Should have left before this city of light was torn apart, cast into eternal darkness along with all the people within it.
“Fenrys?”
Fenrys squeezed his eyes shut as thunder sent the windows rattling.
Someone was in front of him. Kneeling there. She was using his lover’s voice, coaxing him out only to go for the throat in the next. He knew it. She’d done it before.
“Hey, what’s going on? Fenrys. Look at me.”
No. Because when he opened his eyes, it would be real. She’d take him, thrust him back into a nightmare of her own making.
“Puppy.Look at me.”
The pure command in that voice called to him, a shout in the dark. And that name. She didn’t know that name. Only those here, those in the City of Starlight, had ever called that name and only to one would he listen for it.
Quaking, he peeled open his eyes to find a man before him, hands hovering over his body. No. Not hovering. The faint glimmer of gold in the air told Fenrys his shield had worked.
“There you are,” his lover breathed and the shadows around Fenrys tightened. “Can you put down this shield for me?”
*****
Anyway, let me know if you’re interested and if you have any guesses to who Fenrys’ lover is.
If she hadn’t known better, she might have thought he was fussing. Worried, even.
Yet when he’d seen [Aelin’s back], his heart had clean stopped — and for a moment, there had been an overwhelming silence in his mind. He felt his magic and his warrior’s instincts honing into a lethal combination the longer he stared — howling to rip apart the people who had done that with his bare hands.
And when she awoke before dawn, warm and safe and rested, Rowan was still holding her hand, clasped to his chest. Something molten rushed through her, pouring over every crack and fracture still gaping and open. Not to hurt or mar — but to weld. To forge.
Emrys and Luca visited once to see if she was alive, took one look at Rowan’s stone-cold face, heard the ripple of a growl, and took off, saying she was in more than competent habds and promising to come back when she was feeling better.
She didn’t open her eyes, but she breathed in the smell of him, the pine and snow, and her pain settled a bit.
And while she knew Rowan was aware of her early morning practicing, he never lightened her training, though she could have sworn she occasionally felt their magic … playing together, her flame taunting his ice, his wind dancing amongst her embers.
Rowan made her feel … better. As if she could finally breathe after months of suffocating.
She was not a queen. She had no plans to be one, and even if she had a kingdom to give him if he were free … Telling him all that was useless. So she left Rowan in the hall. But it did not stop her from wishing she could keep him.
And when she grasped the dagger, its weight lighter than she remembered, Rowan looked into her eyes, into the very core of her, and said, “Fireheart.”
And though she knew he could read the words on her face, she said, “To whatever end?” He nodded, and she joined hands with him, blood to blood and soul to soul, his other arm coming around to grip her tightly. Their hands clasped between them, he whispered into her ear, “I claim you, too, Aelin Galathynius.”
He was helping. And he was willing to meet a horrible fate in order to keep her alive. He hadn’t left her alone. She hadn’t been alone.
this is literally the moment their dynamic changes because aelin realises that he — though having seen her worst sides and unbearable manners — has stayed and hasn’t left her to fend for herself like all this girl ever needed was for someone to simply stay
