“To the blessed darkness from which we are born, and to which we return.”
The Inner Circle still tries to recover from the events of the war with Hybern. There is still so much to do, so much to repair. But the longest night of the year approaches – The Winter Solstice. All they want now is to forget about the nightmares for even this one night. To enjoy this holiday with their loved ones.
I love Sarah’s writing style. It feels very easy, natural. I can’t really say anything more.
Every member of the Inner Circle is very dear to my heart. I really care about them. Reading about them interacting with each other was nothing but pure pleasure for me. Well… almost.
Because there’s Nesta. I have never, ever despised a character more than I do her. Every time she appeared in this book, or was even mentioned, made me so angry I felt physically sick. Am I overreacting? Maybe. But I still hate her.
NEXT PARAGRAPH IS A MINOR SPOILER
The talk Feyre had with Rhys about trying for a baby made me even angrier. In ACOMAF they said that they wanted to wait. And I honestly believe that the only reason Feyre suddenly changed her mind, was because Sarah was pregnant and it was a shameless self insert.
Nothing happens in this book. Nothing. NOTHING. I love SJM. I love this series. And I feel awful for saying that, but this book was unnecessary.
I you love these characters, you are probably going to enjoy this novella. But while I was reading it, I couldn’t get rid of the feeling that I was just simply reading fanfiction. And not the best fanfiction.