The ball was a blur of waltzing and preening, of bejeweled aristos, of wine and toasts in my honor. Riveting, really. Why even bother throwing her a ball if the whole thing takes up one page, barely gets described, and she spends the whole time moping? This makes no sense to me. It’s like the…

This chapter opens up with Feyre going on about how Tamlin sent her home with trunks full of ‘giant, uncut gemstones’ that would buy her ‘a thousand estates’ and, erm, that doesn’t seem quite right to me. I mean, gems are nice and all, but mansions are super fucking expensive. I know this could be…

After the run-in with Rhys, Tamlin is angry enough that Feyre is legit frightened into hiding in her room and skipping meals so she doesn’t have to go out and see if he damaged the house or not. Which is…um… So on the one hand Tamlin hasn’t been the ‘lose temper and fly into a…

Tamlin was called away to one of the borders hours after I found that head—where and why, he wouldn’t tell me. But I sensed enough from what he didn’t say: the blight was indeed crawling from other courts, directly toward ours. So I see the blight is getting more presence, finally, but we really have…

Tamlin and Feyre are sitting around being shippy, and he offers to give her fae senses for a little bit. Feyre waxes poetic for a while about how awesome everything looks, but…the description just sounds like an old movie with the soft focus turned up to max. I’m not really sure why everything being all…