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As promised, I\u2019m importing the A Court of Thorns and Roses recaps here from Patreon. These were originally written beginning in August of 2020, so there will be references to upcoming or seasonal events that won\u2019t fit with our current timeline. I am not a time traveler and you\u2019ll never be able to prove that I am.<\/em>\u00a0I will also include editors notes like this every now and then as we go, mostly to amuse myself but to give re-read value to those who\u2019ve already been on this awful, awful journey with me.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n

You’re never gonna guess what’s happening at Casa de Failure:<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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The next day, Lucien joined us for lunch […]<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

Oh wow, this is a huge change! Usually, they’re at breakfa\u2014<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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[…] \u2014which was breakfast for all of us.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

God damnit.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The table is still small, by the way. They kept that change after Feyre pointed out that the long table for three people was silly. She’s changing lives, yo.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Feyre asks Lucien where he was the night before and he’s like, oh, I was out patroling…SEXY PATROLING WHERE I HAD SEX WHILE PATROLING. The he points out that Feyre and Tamlin didn’t get home until after dawn.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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I glanced at Tamlin, biting my lip.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

There it is.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Tamlin’s gaze now roved my face as if searching for any tinge of regret, of fear. Ridiculous.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

It’s ridiculous<\/em> for Tamlin to be worried that he’s overstepped his bounds, especially after we know what he did on Calanmai?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Which Feyre points out:<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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“You bit my neck on Fire Night,” I said under my breath. “If I can face you after that, a few kisses are nothing.”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

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He braced his forearms on the table as he leaned closer to me. “Nothing?” His eyes flicked to my lips. Lucien shifted in his seat, muttering to the Cauldron to spare him, but I ignored him.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

Feyre repeats that yeah, the kisses were “nothing” but:<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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He could have had me right there, on top of that table. I wanted his broad hands running over my bare skin, wanted his teeth scraping against my neck, wanted his mouth all over me.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

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“I’m trying to eat,” Lucien said, and I blinked, the air whooshing out of me.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

Wouldn’t it be awful if Lucien could read minds? Not because Feyre would get embarrassed or anything. Just if you had to hear Feyre’s every inane bullshit thought. It would make sense why he didn’t want to be around her throughout the book. ed.\u2014telepaths are my number one fear.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

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“But now that I have your attention, Tamlin,<\/em>” he snapped, though the High Lord was looking at me again\u2014devouring me with his eyes. I could hardly sit still, could hardly stand the clothes scratching my too-hot skin. WIth some effort, Tamlin glanced back at his emissary.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

Lucien actually has some important news that he needs Tamlin to focus up and de-hornify for. A contact Lucien has at the Winter Court has sent him some super disturbing news: two dozen fae children have been killed by the blight.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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My contact says other courts are being hit hard\u2014though the Night Court, of course, manages to remain unscathed. But the blight seems to be sending its wickedness this way\u2014farther south with every attack.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

I can’t wait for the super not obvious at all twist that the Night Court is behind the blight. I know I’m going to just be bowled the fuck over when that inevitably happens.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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“The blight can…can truly kill people?” I managed to say.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

No, it killed fairies. Keep up.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Younglings. It had killed children, like some storm of darkness and death.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

So did Anakin but Darth Vader was cool as hell so you win some, you lose some.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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And if offspring were as rare as Alis had claimed, the loss of so many would be more devastating than I could imagine.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

1. Why are you doubting what Alis told you by calling it a “claim”?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

2. Twenty-four kids dying all at once is devastating anyway. Unless you’re in the United States and then it’s just the normal weekly school shooting.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The “he” in this next excerpt is Tamlin, btw.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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“The Blight is capable of hurting us in ways you\u2014” He shot to his feet so quickly that his chair flipped over. He unsheathed his claws and snarled at the open doorway, canines long and gleaming.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

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The house, usually full of the whispering skirts and chatter of servants, had gone silent.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

The bad kind of silent that means something bad is coming. Tamlin tells Lucien to put Feyre next to the window and the curtains.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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I snatched one of the knives off the table and let Lucien lead me to the window, where he pushed me against the velvet drapes. I wanted to ask why he didn’t bother hiding me behind them, but the fox-masked faerie just pressed his back into me, pinning me between him and the wall.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

We are well, WELL past referring to Lucien as “the fox-masked faerie,” okay? He’s a significant character in this book and we’re over halfway through it. There’s no reason that “he” wouldn’t work there. We’d still know who it was.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

If you, too, are wondering why he doesn’t hide her behind<\/em> the curtains, it’s because they use magic to hide her by making her seem like she’s an invisible part of Lucien.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I don’t see why the curtains wouldn’t be added camouflage, but it would make it pretty difficult for Feyre to describe the scene. It’s not my responsibility, I guess. I’m not the person who decided to mention the curtains and<\/em> explain them away.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

ed.\u2014 Note that Feyre grabbed a knife from the table. This is because she is very tough and brave and Not Like Other Girls™. <\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

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But someone was coming, someone awful enough to frighten them\u2014someone who would want to hurt me if they knew I was here.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

So, there’s all this suspense building while Feyre is remembering all the monsters she’s seen so far and these footsteps are approaching and Tamlin and Lucien are trying to act casual.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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And then he appeared.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

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No mask. He, like the Attor, belonged to something else. Someone<\/em> else.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

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And worse … I’d met him before. He’d saved me from those three fairies on Fire Night.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

I love it when the conflict makes an appearance.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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He was exactly as I remembered him, with his fine, rich clothing cloaked in tendrils of night: an ebony tunic brocaded with gold and silver, dark pants, and black boots that went to his knees.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

But Feyre. There’s a question we need answered about this guy.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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I’d never dared to paint him\u2014and now I knew I would never have the nerve to.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

And now that we know that, we can move on comfortably. ed.\u2014My guess is that after Maas retconned his race, Feyre decided she probably could paint him, after all.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

This faerie guy is Rhysand, and he and Tamlin haven’t seen each other for forty-nine years because I guess they didn’t run into each other at that party a couple months ago, and he insults Lucien by telling him that a fox mask is appropriate for him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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“Go to Hell, Rhys,” Lucien snapped.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

Again, no concept of any religion that would make “go to hell” make sense. But I’m a little more hung up on what’s so bad about foxes that you wouldn’t want to be compared to one. Foxes are cool as hell. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Rhysand makes a remark about the “present” he left, which obviously is the head from the garden, though they don’t explicitly mention it. It’s just, you know. It’s the last thing anyone nefariously left for them. Then he monologues to conveniently recap some stuff we already knew and a couple things we didn’t.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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“But a nice reminder of the fun days, wasn’t it?” Rhysand clicked his tongue and surveyed the room. “Almost half a century holed up in a country estate. I don’t know how you managed it. But,” he said, facing Tamlin again, “you’re such a stubborn bastard that this must have seemed like a paradise compared to Under the Mountain. I suppose it is. I’m surprised, though: forty-nine years, and no attempts to save yourself or your lands. Even now that things are getting interesting again.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

So, Tamlin hasn’t tried to save his land from the blight? You might be thinking, well, this is a bad guy so he’s just taunting. But…<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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“There’s nothing to be done,” conceded Tamlin, his voice low.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

Despite everything about the blight and trying to figure out how to stop it, Tamlin hasn’t actually been doing anything at all? You’d think Feyre would have a lot of thoughts and opinions on this, right?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She doesn’t.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

In her defense, shit does get distractingly homoerotic:<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Rhysand approached Tamlin, each movement smooth as silk. His voice dropped into a whisper\u2014and erotic caress of sound that brought heat to my cheeks.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

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He taunts Tamlin some more and:<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

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Lucien interrupted, “What do you know about anything? You’re just Amarantha’s whore.”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

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“Her whore I might be, but not without my reasons.”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

IDK, seems like all “whores” have a reason. For example, it’s their job.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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“Little Lucien. You certainly gave them something to talk about when you switched to Spring. Such a sad thing, to see your lovely mother in perpetual mourning over losing you.”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

“Hey, Jenny?” I hear you ask. “This whole little scene here…it isn’t just a character showing up and running through a bunch of shit we’ve already been told, right?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And I pat you on the head, trying to disguise my tears. “It’s okay, little buddy. It’s gonna be okay.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But it’s not gonna be okay. It’s just going to go on and on, so we can watch this Rhysand guy posture and create accidental homosexual tension. Like when he asks Lucien:<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Rhysand laughed\u2014a lover’s laugh, low and soft and intimate. “Is that any way to speak to a High Lord of Prythian?”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

I’m thinking maybe Maas is a straight person. Not just because of all the “woe is me, it’s so hard to be a straight white lady” vibes Feyre gives off, but because I see straight authors write some of the gayest shit without meaning to all the time. And to a straight reader, this would seem totally straight because obviously<\/em> Feyre means he sounds like a lover to make the reader know he’s sexy, not because he’d be flirting with the other male characters. That would be absurd.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And then here I am, queer off my ass, wondering how “a lover’s laugh” leads to this:<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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My heart stopped dead. That was why the fairies had run off on Fire Night. To cross him would have been suicide.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

I’m sitting here reading this and going, “Why, would he fuck them to death?” and not even registering that she means it’s because he’s a High Lord. Especially when the follow up is:<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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And from the way darkness seemed to ripple from him, from those violet eyes that burned like stars …<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

I looked like the crying laughing emoji for like eight whole minutes reading this. But then I turned into that heavily crying sadface, the one that has like, faucet eyes, when I realized that there is no way Feyre isn’t gonna fuck this guy. I don’t care if she gets married to Tamlin and they bone down six times a day every single day until they die mid-coitus at age 107, FEYRE IS GONNA FUCK THIS RHYSAND GUY.<\/strong> ed.\u2014from what I understand, this is now the main plot of the entire series.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Rhysand asks Tamlin if he shouldn’t discipline Lucien for being rude to his better and then Rhysand makes some remarks about liking to watch people grovel. There are literally pages of cliches, one stacked on top of the other, as these three guys banter and do their little power plays.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Rhysand\u2014he’d<\/em> been the one to send that head. As a gift<\/em>.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

It took Feyre this long to figure this out? She didn’t get it the moment he mentions coming to check on how his gift went over? That just breezed past her and two whole pages of insults that could be put in a hat with other fantasy novel and movie lines and it would be impossible to tell them apart went by before she made that connection? I literally thought it hadn’t been explicitly mentioned because it was that obvious.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The Night Court is mentioned and Feyre makes another brilliant connection:<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Was the Night Court where this woman\u2014this Amarantha\u2014was located, too?<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

Wait a second. Hang on. Didn’t we know this already? Or was it a conclusion I just made because it’s been obvious from the second they started talking about SHE and HER that she’s a member of the Night Court and that the Night Court is probably in that mountain Feyre saw on the mural? I could swear we knew this already.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Anyway, speaking of the evil woman (and skipping over yet another mention of how hot Rhysand is and how Feyre would never be able to paint him. No, I’m not kidding):<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Rhysand meandered toward the door. “She’s already preparing for you. Given your current state, I think I can safely report that you’ve already been broken and will reconsider her offer.”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

FINALLY. The plot advances. I feel like if you made a graph out of this plot, it would be all plateaus. I can’t wait for Feyre to spend like ten chapters in a row wondering what this specific remark meant before someone shows up and delivers a new piece of information.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Sometimes, I think authors spread things out too thin because they’re intentionally aiming for a long series. And like, what better way to do that then only occasionally presenting information and then filling chapter after chapter of the POV character wondering something but never seeking answers.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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The High Lord of the Night Court […]<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

The Honorable Judge Harry Stone.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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[…] ran a finger along the back of my chair\u2014a casual gesture.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

Imagine how interesting it would have been if they’d glamoured Feyre while she was still sitting at the table. She would have been right in the middle of the action, holding still, forcing herself not to react the very same way she’s reacting in this scene. And then he would run his finger along the back of the chair…<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Missed opportunity.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Rhysand notices that there are three plates on the table (good job not disappearing the food like we know you can, Tamlin) and asks where the third person went. When Tamlin says they left right before Rhysand arrived, Rhysand ain’t buying it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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“You dare<\/em> glamour me<\/em>?” he growled, his violet eyes burning as they bore into my own. Lucien just pressed me harder into the wall.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

Because when I think violet, I think of flame-related verbs. Ever since I picked that violet last spring and got third-degree purple burns. Violet eyes are storms. Everybody who’s ever read romance knows this. Get your shit together, Sarah.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Tamlin’s chair groaned as it was shoved back. He rose, claws at the ready, deadlier than any of the knives strapped to him.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

Then why does he need the knives?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Rhysand\u2019s face became a mask of calm fury as he stared and stared at me. \u201cI remember you,\u201d he purred. \u201cIt seems like you ignored my warning to stay out of trouble.\u201d He turned to Tamlin. \u201cWho, pray tell, is your guest?\u201d<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

Lucien says he\u2019s bethrothed to Feyre, which IMO, seems like maybe it should raise more questions or even be something illegal, considering the war and treaty and animosity and all that. But we kinda gloss right past it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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The sunlight didn\u2019t gleam on the metallic threads of his tunic, as if it balked from the darkness pulsing from him.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

From now on, I\u2019m just going to imagine Rhysand as a fully erect penis wearing fancy little clothes. Like, so hard that he\u2019s purple and visibly pulsing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

When Lucien pulls a knife on Rhysand:<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Rhysand\u2019s venom-coated smile grew. \u201cYou draw blood from me, Lucien, and you\u2019ll learn how quickly Amarantha\u2019s whore can make the entire Autumn Court bleed. Especially its darling lady.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

Question: Rysand is a High Lord. That\u2019s like, the guy that rules that whole court, right? This is the impression I have from all the stuff we learned about Lucien and Tamlin and how they became High Lords. So, if Rhysand is a High Lord, why do they keep saying he\u2019s a \u201cwhore\u201d to this Amarantha person? Isn\u2019t he the ruler of the place? Is she his wife or whatever? Why is he letting her control his whole court?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

This is something that gets revealed in a later book, isn\u2019t it? It doesn\u2019t happen in this one, does it? I feel like, deep, deep in my heart, I am never going to know. Because there is no way I’m doing another of these.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Rhysand says some shit about Feyre being mortal trash and how Lucien\u2019s mom is going to be disappointed that he\u2019s hooking up with a mortal, and Tamlin is like, okay, that\u2019s enough, take a hike, dude. Feyre wonders how bad a fight between two High Lords could be and that\u2019s why things haven\u2019t gotten physical yet.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Or perhaps, if Rhysand was indeed this woman\u2019s lover, the retaliation from hurting him would be too great.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

I didn\u2019t realize this was a mystery. He straight up agreed like, yeah, I\u2019m her \u201cwhore.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Rhysand gets between Lucien and Tamlin to corner Feyre.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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“If you were wise, you would be screaming and running from this place, from these people. It\u2019s a wonder that you\u2019re still here, actually.\u201d My confusion must have been written across my face, for Rhysand laughed loudly. \u201cOh, she doesn\u2019t know, does she?\u201d<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

Why is she confused by the statement that she, as a human, should be running from High Lords? It was the entire focus of the first half of this book until she got horny over one.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Anyway, I guess Tamlin is actually the bad guy? That\u2019s the prediction I\u2019m making.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Rhysand grabs Feyre\u2019s head and gets into her mind.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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She has the most delicious thoughts about you, Tamlin,\u201d he said. \u201cShe\u2019s wondered about the feeling of your fingers on her thighs\u2014between them, too.\u201d He chuckled. Even as he said my most private thoughts, even as I burned with outrage and shame, I trembled at the grip still on my mind. Rhysand turned to the High Lord. \u201cI\u2019m curious: Why did she wonder if it would feel good to have you bite her breast the way you bit her neck?\u201d<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

Why are you looking at those thoughts and not like, scanning for something useful, like figuring out how much this mortal chick knows about the Blight and why she\u2019s there and stuff?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Oh\u2026because this book is known as the horny fairy book. So the horny must come first.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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If it\u2019s any consolation,\u201d Rhys confided to him, \u201cshe would have been the one for you\u2014and you might have gotten away with it. A bit late, though. She\u2019s more stubborn than you are.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

Okay, so Tamlin needed her for something. Since we know this is a retelling of \u201cBeauty and the Beast,\u201d we can pretty much assume that Feyre was the one who would fall in love with Tamlin and break his curse.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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\u201cAmarantha will enjoy breaking her,\u201d Rhysand observed to Tamlin. \u201cAlmost as much as she\u2019ll enjoy watching you<\/em> as she shatters her bit by bit.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

I can\u2019t wait to see this violation of Feyre\u2019s mind and all these threats get explained away so Feyre can fuck this dude.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Because she WILL fuck this dude.There has been way too much focus on his eye color for her to not fuck him. ed.\u2014I’m pretty sure I might be psychic.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Tamlin was frozen, his arms\u2014his claws\u2014hanging limply at his side. I\u2019d never seen him look like that. \u201cPlease\u201d was all that Tamlin said.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

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\u201cPlease what<\/em>? Rhysand said\u2014gently, coaxingly. Like a lover.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

I have read gay erotica that is less gay than this.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The \u201cplease\u201d is Tamlin asking Rhysand not to tell Amarantha about Feyre. In a very not-homoerotic turn of events, this happens:<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Rhysand pointed at the ground, and his smile became vicious. \u201cBeg, and I\u2019ll consider not telling Amarantha.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

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Tamlin dropped to his knees and bowed his head.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

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\u201cLower.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

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Tamlin pressed his forehead to the floor, his hands sliding along the floor toward Rhysand\u2019s boots.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

I am so hard right now.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Rhysand tells Lucien he has to kneel and beg, too, so now this shit is looking like a tarot card and Rhysand won\u2019t even commit to not telling. The whole point of this was just to, idk, show the readers how important Feyre is to these two hot guys? <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Rhysand asks Feyre for her name.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Giving him my name\u2014and my family name\u2014would lead only to more pain and suffering. He might very well find my family and drag them into Prythian to torment, just to amuse himself. But he could steal my name from my mind if I hestiated too long.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

Not to beat a dead Bogge here, but why didn\u2019t he get her name when he was probing her mind?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Keeping my mind blank and calm, I blurted the first name that came to mind, a village friend of my sisters\u2019 whom I\u2019d never spoken to and whose face I couldn\u2019t recall. \u201cClare Beddor.\u201d My voice was nothing more than a gasp.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

WHOA. Back up the Go Fuck Yourself Truck. You realize that your family is in danger if you give your real name. So, you give the real name of someone you know? What the fuck?! When this guy goes to find Clare Beddor\u2019s family, what then? He\u2019s not going to know that he\u2019s not torturing your<\/em> family, you fucking cashew! He\u2019s going to torture the Beddor family! What is wrong with you?!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Just when I think Feyre can\u2019t get any more selfish and reckless, she\u2019s like, hold my fairy wine I\u2019m not supposed to be drinking.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Rhysand tells Tamlin that he\u2019ll see him \u201cunder the mountain,\u201d and:<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Then Rhysand vanished into nothing\u2014as if he\u2019d stepped through a rip in the world\u2014leaving us alone in horrible, trembling silence.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

Am I the only one wondering why the hell he didn’t just do that when he got there? Did he do all the strolling for drama? For the theater of it all?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Maybe Feyre isn’t going to sleep with him. If you catch my drift.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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