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I\u2019m shamelessly plugging my new Fantasy Romance serial in the intro to an unrelated post. Join the new Patreon tier<\/a> or my Ream page <\/a><\/strong>, or read it on Kindle Vella<\/a><\/strong>.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

We’ve read a lot of books over the years. Hang on. Let me count on my fingers. Is it ten? Ten, counting Crave<\/em>, which is in progress? ed.\u2014And it’s soooooo boring and that’s why I’ve wandered away from it. <\/em>And also if we count the books that I abandoned because some tiny part of me clings to hope.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Anyway, in all those books that we’ve read, I’m not sure any plot “twist” has ever made me so furious and insulted as the one you’re about to experience. It is possibly the most unfounded “twist” I’ve ever seen in a book, movie, tv show, any medium at all.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It’s time for Feyre’s final challenge.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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For my final task, I was given my old tunic and pants\u2014stained and torn and reeking\u2014[…]<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

Yikes. I mean, it’s not the hardest task but it does sound like a pretty gross one.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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[…]but despite my stench, I kept my chin high as I was escorted to the throne room.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

Oh. My bad. Continue. ed.\u2014I just realized… I don’t remember her being given extra clothes? Did that happen? If someone has this book and the inclination, I would love to know what’s meant by her “old” pants and tunic. I deleted this book from all my devices and removed it from my Amazon account.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

All eyes are on Feyre in the throne room. Nobody is betting against her survival or spitting at her or making fun of her or any of the stuff that’s happened in the past.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Their world rested on my shoulders, Rhys had said. But I didn’t think it was worry alone that was spread across their features. I had to swallow hard as a few of them touched their fingers to their lips, then extended their hands to me\u2014a gesture for the fallen, a farewell to the honored dead.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

If you just heard the Mockingjay whistle from The Hunger Games<\/em>, don’t worry, you’re not having auditory hallucinations. You’re just interpreting the text correctly. Feyre is no longer Feyre the amazing Faerie-Killing Human. She’s their savior.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

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“Two trials lie behind you,” Amarantha said, picking a fleck of dust on her blood-red gown. Her hair shone, a gleaming crimson river that threatened to swallow her golden crown.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

This is the first time Amarantha has been described as having “crimson” hair. It’s been “red-gold” the rest of the time. You might be thinking, “Jenny, that’s a really small nit to pick,” but is it, though? Feyre is a painter. She’s going to remind us of that like a billion times in this chapter (presumably to make up for the reduction in painter talk while she’s been Under the Mountain). Painters know that red-gold and crimson are vastly different colors, with different undertones and warmth values.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

In other words: Amarantha’s been into the L’Oreal Feria.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Amarantha points out that if Feyre fails now, it’ll be extra pathetic because she’s gotten so close to the finish line. Feyre notes that none of the fairies in the throne room laugh except Amarantha’s guards.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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I blinked to clear my burning eyes. Perhaps, like Rhysand’s, their oaths of allegiance and betting on my life and nastiness had been a show. And perhaps now\u2014now that the end was imminent\u2014they, too, would face my potential death with whatever dignity they had left.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

And then the whole bus clapped.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Amarantha asks Feyre if she has any last words, and Feyre turns to Tamlin.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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“I love you,” I said. “No matter what she says about it, no matter if it’s only with my insignificant human heart. Even when they burn my body, I’ll love you.” My lips trembled, and my vision clouded before several warm tears slipped down my chilled face. I didn’t wipe them away.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

Tamlin has zero reaction to this and Feyre is like, well, that’s because he’s so destroyed by the fact that I’m gonna die. Amarantha is like, lol bitch, we won’t even have to burn you because there won’t be anything left.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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I stared at her long and hard. But her words were not met with jeers or smiles or applause from the crowd. Only silence.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

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It was a gift that gave me courage, that made me bunch my fists, that made me embrace the tattoo on my arm. I had beaten her until now, fairly or not, and I would not feel alone when I died. I would not die alone. It was all I could ask for.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

Oh wow, they’re all on Feyre’s side now! She’s their hero!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Hey, wait. Wouldn’t they want to keep up the charade of hating her and wanting her to fail? You know, just in case she fucking fails? Because what happens if Feyre dies and they’ve all just given Amarantha the “you can’t sit with us!” treatment?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I guess in a world where the heroine’s victory is assured, the actions and motivations of the people around her aren’t that important. They can all just behave as though they’re also aware of the outcome and not worried about other possibilities.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Amarantha propped her chin on a hand. “You never figured out my riddle, did you?” I didn’t respond, and she smiled. “Pity. The answer is so lovely.” <\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

And despite Amarantha giving Feyre a clue that’s two letters off from the actual answer to the riddle, Feyre just plows ahead with the third task.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

So, what ends up happening is, three fairies with sacks over their heads kidnapping-style are brought into the hall and made to kneel in front of Feyre.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Amarantha clapped her hands again, and three servants clad in black appeared at the side of each of the kneeling faeries. In their long, pale hands, they each carried a dark velvet pillow. And on each pillow lay a single polished wooden dagger. Not metal for a blade, but ash. Ash, because\u2014<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

At this point, we all know that ash kills fairies, but once again, Maas decides that we’re all too stupid to understand what’s happening here. All Feyre had to do was say, “Not metal for a blade, but ash,” and we understand that these are fairy-killing weapons. But nope. Sarah cannot resist a “the poison for Kuzco. Kuzco’s poison” explanation, even when it comes at the expense of a nice beat.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The very existence of ash weapons in Under the Mountain tickles me because it reminds me of one of the multiple episodes of American Dad!<\/em> where they die. At some point, we learn that there is such a thing as heaven guns that can kill angels, and a guy in a crowd yells, “Why do we have those again?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Feyre’s final task is to kill the three fairies.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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“They’re innocent\u2014not that it should matter to you,” she went on, “since it wasn’t a concern the day you killed Tamlin’s poor sentinel. And it wasn’t a concern for dear Jurian when he butchered my sister. But if it’s a problem … well, you can always refuse. Of course, I’ll take your life in exchange, but a bargain’s a bargain, is it not? If you ask me, though, given your history with murdering our kind, I do believe I’m offering you a gift.”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

Now, I’m sitting here thinking, no, that’s not a problem because Amarantha has already slaughtered Clare and her family, right? Feyre could just be like, “Sure, let’s do this, we’re even,” frankly, and walk away with her hands clean.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But that would mean Feyre wouldn’t get a chance to struggle with the choice of being a hero and the Abrahamic concept of punishment for one’s wicked deeds, which is now the theme of the next few pages.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Refuse and die. Kill three innocents and live. Three innocents, for my own future. For my own happiness. For Tamlin and his court and the freedom of an entire land.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

At what point did this go from Feyre trying to free Tamlin and the Spring Court and Feyre being the sole savior of all Prythian? Rhysand says that Tamlin’s going to kill Amarantha after the curse is broken, but there’s still that king over in Hybern. At no point has Feyre ever been fighting for the liberation of all fairies, until right now, the climax of the book.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

You might be thinking, “You’re right, Jenny, that is a very bad, infuriating, totally unfounded twist.” But this isn’t the twist. We’ll get there.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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It was cold-blooded murder\u2014the murder of them, of my very soul.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

She’s so worried about the salvation of her soul that:<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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I wished I knew the name of one of our forgotten gods so that I might beg them to intercede, wished I knew any prayers at all to plead for guidance, for absolution.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

Their religion has been lost to the ages, but not the part they had about souls and absolution and all that.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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But I did not know those prayers, or the names of our forgotten gods\u2014[…]<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

Just in case you missed the paragraph directly above this sentence, where Feyre says she wished she knew the names of the forgotten gods or any prayers to them. Sarah needs to explain this to us because she and Feyre are the smartest people in the room.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Feyre figures that the number of people she’s supposed to kill is less than the number of people she’s going to save from slavery (no joke, the word “enslaved” is used), so she has to kill them.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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These deaths would not be wasted\u2014even if it would damn me forever.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

Again, a concept of damnation, but no religion? Doesn’t make sense. Makes zero sense. And I’m not saying, “Oh, if you don’t believe in god you don’t know better than to kill people and it wouldn’t bother you.” I’m just saying that if you’re building a fantasy world, at least go to any length at all to complete the worldbuilding. If there is no religion, there can be no hell, no soul, no damnation. If you want those concepts to exist, you have to make them exist. You can’t just be like, yeah, everyone forgot about the gods and religion has been gone for centuries and then shove a bunch of religious thinking into it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

At least we get an answer as to why they have heaven guns. I mean, ash knives.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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There were three daggers, because she wanted me to feel the agony of reaching for that knife again and again. Wanted me to mean it.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

Feyre is a super good hunter, right? Amazing aim and all that?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Why not grab a dagger and fling it at Amarantha?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Because then we wouldn’t get to read about Feyre killing each fairy! ed.\u2014Also, because then our female main character destroys the villain, which is unacceptable, as that is rescuing herself and not as sexy and romantic as being rescued by someone else.<\/em> They pull the bag off the first one’s head and he pleads with Feyre for his life.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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His eyes were the color of a sky I’d never see again if I refused to kill him, a color I’d never get out of my mind, never forget no matter how many times I painted it.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

Did you know Feyre is a painter? The author recently remembered this. Unfortunately.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Though Feyre hears someone weeping in the crowd and she does take a second to think that hey, she’s killing someone’s loved one, the stakes are too high.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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I couldn’t think about it, couldn’t think about who he was, or the color of his eyes, or any of it. Amarantha was grinning with wild, triumphant glee. Kill a faerie, fall in love with a faerie, then be forced to kill a faerie to keep that love. It was brilliant and cruel, and she knew it.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

“If I tell the reader that this is brilliant, they must believe it.” No, that’s not how this works. Because it makes no sense and will make less sense later.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Rhysand is there, by the way. This would be a perfect time for Rhysand to like, magically appear beside it and stab Amarantha but he just stands by the throne and watches this all go down. He even makes Feyre’s hand tingle to signal that she should kill the doomed fairy.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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“Please!”<\/em> His voice rose to a shriek.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

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The sound jarred me so much that I lunged.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

Yeah, so she kills the dude. She kills him and then staggers backward and drops the knife and there’s all this stuff about how she feels numb and disconnected from her body and how could she have done this and the blood, the blood, the blood, etc.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The next fairy to go is a woman who sits there and prays while Feyre feels sorry for herself. The entire chapter kind of gives the impression that somehow Feyre has it worse than the people she’s killing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Silent tears slid down my face and neck, where they dampened the filthy collar of my tunic. As she spoke, I knew I would be forever barred from that immortal land. I knew that whatever Mother she meant would never embrace me. In saving Tamlin, I was to damn myself.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

More with the damnation, now with the added fear of not going to heaven. In a world where Feyre was never, ever religious because there is no religion.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

But yeah, don’t you just love the vibe? This chick is sobbing and praying because she’s going to get stabbed in the heart and Feyre is like, yeah but this is really hard for me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Here is a selection of other religious references in this section:<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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“Let me pass through the gates; let me smell that immortal land of milk and honey.”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

Revelations 21:21, Exodus 3:8<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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“Let me fear no evil,” […]<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

Psalm 23:4<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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“Let me enter eternity.”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

So much of the Bible. Just so, so many parts. ed.\u2014I was absolutely stunned when I learned that Maas is Jewish, because the Christianity in this book is overwhelming.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

This fairy actually like, nods at Feyre to indicate it’s okay to kill her. Hey… this is a neat trick. Feyre killed the first fairy because Rhysand was making her hand tingle and then the guy’s begging for his life startled her into stabbing him. Now, the second fairy is silently urging Feyre to kill her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Isn’t it convenient that other people are responsible for these actions? Like, it’s not enough that Amarantha is responsible for putting Feyre in this situation, Feyre also can’t act on her impulses and make these decisions herself. She has to be nudged into them because Feyre cannot have flaws.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

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As I lifted the ash dagger, something inside me fractured so completely that there would be no hope of ever repairing it. No matter how many years passed, no matter how many times I might try to paint her face.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

Did… did George W. Bush write this?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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It would be more honorable to refuse\u2014to die, rather than murder innocents. But … but …<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

We don’t get to the “but” before Feyre knifes this fairy. Can you imagine if she just decided to stop there? Like, sure, she’s already killed one fairy and now his family is still doomed to an eternity under Amarantha’s rule because Feyre gave up. Obviously, that’s not what happens but just the fact she was entertaining the idea is kinda hilarious.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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One faerie\u2014and then we were free. Just one more swing of my arm.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

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And maybe one more after that\u2014maybe one more swing, up and inward and into my own heart.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

I mean, if you’re taking feedback, Feyre, I think that would be a swell idea.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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It would be a relief\u2014a relief to end it by my own hand, a relief to die rather than face this, what I’d done.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

Rather than to die by em dashes, which is definitely how I’m going to die before the end of this book. Crushed to death in a pile of strikingly unnecessary em dashes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I tried to search for em dashes in my Kindle app and the fan on my laptop sped up like a helicopter lifting off and everything froze and I never learned how many em dashes are in this book but I learned my lesson about trying to find out.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Anyway, they take the hood off the next fairy and oh my gasp, it’s Tamlin.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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I whipped my head to the throne beside Amarantha’s, still occupied by my High Lord, and she laughed as she snapped her fingers. The Tamlin beside her transformed into the Attor, smiling wickedly at me.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

“Oh, so that’s the twist,” you’re thinking to yourself. “The Attor has never displayed any kind of shape-shifting abilities before, yet here he is, shape shifting. Yeah, that’s sloppy.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Nope. That’s not the twist. It gets worse than simply adding vague powers onto random characters 92% into the book.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Feyre is like, that’s not fair.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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“Fair?” Amarantha mused, playing with Jurian’s bone on her necklace. “I wasn’t aware you humans knew of the concept. You kill Tamlin, and he’s free.” Her smile was the most hideous thing I’d ever seen. “And then you can have him all to yourself.”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

What the fuck did I say? What did Alis say? Don’t make deals with fairies without being real, really specific.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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“Unless,” Amarantha went on, “you think it would be more appropriate to forfeit your life. After all: What’s the point? To survive only to lose him?” Her words were like poison. “Imagine all those years you were going to spend together … suddenly alone. Tragic, really. Though a few months ago, you hated our kind enough to butcher us\u2014surely you’ll move on easily enough.” She patted her ring. “Jurian’s human lover did.”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

Hey, you know what doesn’t make any god damn sense? Amarantha wanted to prove that Feyre, like Jurian, can’t love a fairy. To disprove Amarantha’s assumption, Feyre has to… do exactly what Jurian did and kill the fairy she claims to love.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

How does that work? Even from a “ha ha, I tricked you with my wily fae deal” standpoint, it doesn’t. Maybe if Feyre made that connection, maybe if she thought something along the lines of wow, there’s no way for me to win at all, here, because if I kill Tamlin I lose the wager automatically because it will be proof that I’m treacherous and faithless like Jurian.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Or maybe I’m just not smart enough to understand these twists and turns.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Oh, speaking of twists? Tamlin being under the hood and this whole deal with Feyre having to kill him? That’s not the twist. We’re getting close.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Kill him and save his court and my life, or kill myself and let them all live as Amarantha’s slaves, let her and the King of Hybern wage their final war against the human realm. There was no bargain to get out of this\u2014no part of me to sell to avoid this choice.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

I cannot believe that I’m meant to sit here and think that if Feyre kills Tamlin, that somehow is gonna prove she loves him and wouldn’t betray him the way Jurian betrayed wasserfuck. The point is to prove her love to break the curse, right? That’s still this book, right? We didn’t start a new one and it just slipped my mind?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Also, as I stated before… the King of Hybern can still wage war on the human realm. Defeating Amarantha only defeats someone who was actively standing in his way.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Good news! We’ve arrived at the Horrible Twist.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Alis\u2014Alis had said something … something to help<\/em> me. A final part of the curse, a part they couldn’t tell me, a part that would aid me … And all she’d been able to do was tell me to listen. <\/em>To listen<\/em> to what I’d heard\u2014as if I’d already learned everything I needed.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

Think back over the whole book. Think really hard. What stands out to you from all the conversations Feyre has overheard? Look for the foreshadowing. Really, really hard. Search for it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Here’s the twist: Feyre realizes that every time she overheard a conversation, it was on purpose. Tamlin wanted her to overhear the stuff he was talking about because he was having conversations specifically where she could overhear. And then she remembers that Alis told her there was a part of the curse nobody could tell her. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Milady makes no bargains that are not advantageous to her.<\/em><\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

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She would never kill what she desired most\u2014not when she wanted Tamlin as much as I did. But if I killed him … she either knew I couldn’t do it, or she was playing a very, very dangerous game.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

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Conversation after conversation echoed in my memory, until I heard Lucien’s words, and everything froze. And that was when I knew.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

What do you know, Feyre?!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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I couldn’t breathe, not as I replayed the memory, not as I recalled the conversation I’d overheard one day. Lucien and Tamlin in the dining room, the door wide open for all to hear\u2014for me<\/em> to hear.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

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“For someone with a heart of stone, yours is certainly soft these days.”<\/em><\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

Then she also remembers the Attor saying:<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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“Though you have a heart of stone, Tamlin,” the Attor said, “you certainly keep a host of fear inside it.”<\/em><\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

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Amarantha would never risk me killing him\u2014because she knew I couldn’t<\/em> kill him.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

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Not if his heart couldn’t be pierced by a blade. Not if his heart had been turned to stone.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

That’s the big twist. That’s the big old twist predicated entirely on two lines of dialogue. That was the foreshadowing you got.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Now, we’re all supposed to go, oh my gosh, what amazing, intricate plotting, this author is truly a genius and a master of the storytelling craft.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Perhaps I was wrong\u2014perhaps it was just a faerie turn of phrase. But all those times I’d held Tamlin … I’d never felt his heartbeat. I’d been blind to everything until it came back to smack me in the face, but not this time.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

Wait, what? What does that mean, “not this time?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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That was how she controlled him and his magic. How she controlled all the High Lords, dominating and leashing them just as she kept Jurian’s soul tethered to that eye and bone.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

Probably the most infuriating part of this section is that Alis straight up mentioned this in her pages and pages of expository monologue. She said that when the High Lords were “prone” Amarantha took their powers “from where they originated inside their bodies.” But that never gets brought up at this point! THE ONE THING THAT MAKES THIS TWIST SLIGHTLY LESS FLIMSY IS NEVER, EVER MENTIONED.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Trust no one, Alis had told me. But I trusted Tamlin\u2014and more than that, I trusted myself. I trusted that I had heard correctly\u2014I trusted that Tamlin had been smarter than Amarantha, I trusted that all I had sacrificed was not in vain.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

…like, do you trust ALIS thought? You left her off that list.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Feyre picks up the knife and she sees that Tamlin and her are somehow on the same page because he has a little bit of a smile. She suddenly believes in fate (apparently, Feyre not believing in fate has been a major theme in this book and it’s being wrapped up? I looked back and couldn’t find evidence of that, but whatever) and tells Tamlin she loves him and stabs him in the heart.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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