How goes it? I was going to post this yesterday, but I was sooooooooooo tired. And now I started the third one and I really wanna get back to it.
So. A Court of Mist and Fury. The book where Tamlin becomes complete and utter trash and Rhys saves Feyre because he is bae. Tamlin was like, oh all you need to do is sit still and look pretty. But I love you. Like, Feyre had severe PTSD but ain't nobody in Spring Court was gonna help my girl out. So finally, my boy Rhys showed up, interrupting a horrible wedding. And then the ship began to sail. Feyre never got better staying with that faerie trash can, and he then locked her in the house even though he knew she didn't like places that she couldn't escape from. Trash can didn't care. Lucien didn't even try to help. He was all like, just give him time. Like a little wuss. So he got the Morrigan, his cousin, to get her out. And Rhys was all things amazing and wonderful and I love him. We also meet Cassian and Azriel, who are great. Azriel is a man of few words, but he's pretty hot. Cassian says all the words, also hot. Amren, an ancient beast not from that world, is scary. It's great. Anyway, Feyre slowly but surely falls in love with Rhys and heals from the ordeal Under the Mountain. (AND THEY'RE MATES!)
That's about it. The important stuff. See ya in like two days. To the left is my boy Rhys. To the right is the symbol of the Night Court (a.k.a. dream team).
Ship: Feyre and Rhys, Nesta and Cassian, Mor and Azriel, Tamlin and his hand
10/10
~Book Panda
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