Author: Sarah J. Mass
Feyre survived Amarantha's clutches to return to the Spring Court—but at a steep cost. Though she now has the powers of the High Fae, her heart remains human, and it can't forget the terrible deeds she performed to save Tamlin's people. Nor has Feyre forgotten her bargain with Rhysand, High Lord of the feared Night Court. As Feyre navigates its dark web of politics, passion, and dazzling power, a greater evil looms—and she might be key to stopping it. But only if she can harness her harrowing gifts, heal her fractured soul, and decide how she wishes to shape her future—and the future of a world cleaved in two.
Okay. Okay. Okay. This was the last book I've read in 2017 and my favourite one of that year. And it was so much better than the first part of the series. Great writing, great aesthetics, great character portrayal. It shows how a toxic relationship slowly tears a person apart. How too many emotions can make someone emotionless. How blood is not always thicker than water. What I love the most is the fact that this story wasn't romanticized in a trivial way. Rhys and Feyre were equals in all aspects, she had just as much darkness as he had light. Perfect balance. Perfect equality. I'm faithful to the interpretation of Hades&Persephone myth claiming that she knew what she was doing, eating that pomegranate. She knew what she was doing when she became the Queen Of It All. She wasn't kidnapped by the lord of darkness, she was saved by him from the golden cage of the world of spring. That's exactly what happens in the myth and in this story. She fell in love with the prince of darkness which was a salvation from her own demons. How perfectly paradoxical. Oh, how perfectly perfect was this book.
“There are different kinds of darkness. There is the darkness that frightens, the darkness that soothes, the darkness that is restful. There is the darkness of lovers, and the darkness of assassins. It becomes what the bearer wishes it to be, needs it to be. It is not wholly bad or good.”
"The issue isn’t whether he loved you, it’s how much. Too much. Love can be a poison."