Feyre goes into a flurry after spotting her father, getting ready to run because she assumes he’s here to rescue her. She somehow doesn’t wonder how a man with a poor leg and no knowledge of the country managed to walk all the way here, but eh, she is startled I guess. Though…she also doesn’t…

The following morning, as Alis and the other servant woman prepared my bath, I contemplated my plan. Man, it took no time at all for you to get used to being waited on, did it? You don’t even bother to learn the names of the other servants, only Alis. The rest are just set pieces…

After getting treated like a guest of honor for no particular reason that I can see, Feyre returns to the…dining room? where the other two High Fae are still hanging out. They no longer had plates before them, but still sipped from golden goblets. Real gold—not paint or foil. Why is fantasy so obsessed with…

Feyre and her new monster friend/owner head out, and Feyre is quite maudlin about how dark and dismal the world is. Until they find a pure white horse waiting for them, and the fairy monster indicates she should mount up. So…was this his plan the whole time? Why did he bring a horse? Is the…

The next morning, all three sisters head out to the village to sell the hides. the road into our village was speckled with brown and black from passing carts and horses. Elain and Nesta clicked their tongues and grimaced as we made our way along it Seriously. Eight years. You’ve been here for eight years.…