Guys.  There’s a lot of cursing and sexual assault in this one.  Sorry.  So after the threat of sexual violence is used for bullfuckingshit nothing except to let some fucking fuck-faced pretty boy show up and fucking white knight the fucking hell out of this fucking book, fuck fuck fuck. If you can’t tell, I’m…

The next day Tamlin takes her out to the art gallery in a part of the palace she hasn’t seen before. The marble floors shone so brightly that they had to have been freshly mopped, and that rose-scented breeze floated in through the opened windows. All this—he’d done this for me. As if I would…

Later that night, Feyre wakes up from a nightmare to the sounds of panicked screaming downstairs. She goes out to investigate and finds Tamlin bringing a screaming, crying, injured fairy in for medical attention. “My wings,” the faerie choked out, his glossy black eyes wide and staring at nothing. “She took my wings.” Again, that…

The naga were sprung from a nightmare. Covered in dark scales and nothing more, they were a horrendous combination of serpentine features and male humanoid bodies So. Looks like the book did blatantly appropriate Hindu deities, mix it will-nilly with European myths, and then vilify the hell out of them. How perfectly despicable. These new…

At Feyre’s request, Tamlin takes her to a study to…I have to admit, I have no idea from this passage what she plans to do in there. She seems to want to write a letter home, which is fair enough, but that’s not what she’s doing. Asking them to write it would be too humiliating.…