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 torn apart.
Genre: New Adult Fantasy; Romance
Page count: 626
Year of pubishing: 2016
Rating: Let’s pretend this is Starfall and I give more than 5 ⭐
“To the stars who listen – and the dreams that are answered.”
How dares Sarah J. Maas??
How dare you, lady?? How dare you destroy me like that and then drink cups full of my salty tears like they are fine wine?? What kind of fucked up sadistic witchy ritual is this for you?
You annihilate me with your cruel imagination. And because I’m a masochist, I love it. Keep going queen, I love this kind of pain.
So, I couldn’t have picked a better time to read this but the quarantine time; all I did all day was reading this; I was being transported to this amazing world that I want to be part of right now – the Night Court is my eternal home from now on.
“Stay here for however long you want. Stay here forever, if you feel like it.”
It helped my mental health so much I am at a lack of words to express my gratitude.
When I was younger, I used to read a lot of mythological stories and even though the Greek mythology confused the hell out of me, I had this fascination for some badass ladies. Amongst them was Persephone and her story. Yes, my cheesy heart loved that, okay?
Persephone was the Bride of Spring, but she was stolen by the God of the Underworld – the terrible Hades – because he was head-over-heels in love with her. But she hated him with all her being until…she didn’t anymore. She learned to love his weird-ass too until he became her husband.
If this isn’t the literary world’s foundation for their enemies-to-lovers theme, then I don’t know what this is, I give up.
Well, this is the exact thing that happens in A Court of Mist and Fury. Rhys gets to be Hades (duh, obvy!) and Feyre is our darling Persephone.
My brain started producing serotonin once again because of that tiny little fact so me now happy beyond compare.
This book is a love statement. Falling in love – slowly, truly, deeply, madly in love. And hard. But heart-crying beautiful. And it is not only about two beautiful creatures learning how to love each other and all the states they get through to find that love.
This book teaches of how to fall in love with beautiful people, beautiful faces, beautiful minds and beautiful souls. And most importantly, how to fall in love with yourself. How to cherish everything you get to have in order to know how to soothe your life and spirit.
“But then she snapped your neck.”
Tears rolled down his face.
“And I felt you die”, he whispered.
Tears were sliding down my own cheeks.“And this beautiful, wonderful thing that had come into my life, this gift from the Cauldron…It was gone.”
Don’t get confused though. This is still a Maas work of art and thus it is still very, very extremely hot. I can’t manage to launch into an explanation of how hot this book is because it is on fire, okay? And with this, SJM makes out of this book a full emotional experience (an emotional roller coaster better said but oh well).
All of my favourite characters from this series make an appearance in this book. If you thought you loved the characters you encountered in the first book, then wait to be blown away by the apparition of the Inner Circle. They’re precious, deadly soft babies that I would want nothing more in life for them but to be fed, warm, cuddled and loved.
- Cassian is the ruffian of my heart, he’s big and loud and gives off this feeling that he’ll keep you happy and safe no matter what; just love him so much;
- Azriel is the baby-bat-guardian-angel of my soul whom I love so much and all I want to do in life is hug him and feed him and protect him from everything and everyone;
- Amren is a scary old bitch whom I love for the simple fact that she doesn’t seem to give a fuck about anyone but she’ll be ready to defend her friends if it comes to it;
- Mor is my girl-crush of this series and sometimes I think she’ll be my ultimate wine-drinking bestie; I love her to death; “A queen – a queen who bowed to no one, a queen who had faced them all down and triumphed. A queen who owned her body, her life, her destiny and never apologized for it.”
All those weirdos are like a big, fat present for me, wrapped up in colourful paper and with a bow tied on top. I don’t know how I managed to go on with my life before I learned about their existence.
Now, moving on to more serious, adult-like topics, I want to confess one thing: this book is extremely sensual. It really goes places and I went with it like in trance. The level of sexiness explored here is so intense that it could be made a masterpiece of sensually falling in love. And this is mainly because of Rhys.
In this book, I honestly cared more about Rhys than I cared about all of the characters in A Court of Thorns and Roses. He is the sexiest thing I’ve ever encountered in my life and with this, I have discovered, he’s my type of man, no questions asked.
“I have known many High Lords. Cruel ones, cunning ones, weak ones, powerful ones. But never one that dreamed. Not as he does.”
It feels like he’s having his own personalised gravitational system and we simply happen to fly around like the băgători-de-seamă that we are, if I’m allowed to express myself as Romanian as possible.
Rhysand and Feyre’s falling in love journey is one of the most beautiful love stories this world could read about. It is so warm, but also so crushing. I love it. It’s like a most beautifully painted love dream.
By the end of this – *vaguely gesturing towards everything ACOMAF is*– I felt tired, hurt and blurry-sighted. And truth be said, a bit sobby (a bit more). I’ve been hurt to my core.
But I loved this book so much, honestly. And I’m thankful for the fact that it exists for me to read it.
“We were a song that had been sung from the very first ember of light in the world.”
This book’s song mood match – Nocturnal by Elle Vee