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Chapter 53
CHAPTER 53 opens with a sense of warmth and light-heartedness as Mor stays the night, adding a touch of whimsy to an otherwise quiet moment. She has painted playful stick figures on the wall near the storeroom door—three women with long, flowing hair, humorously resembling herself, and three winged males depicted in a self-important manner. Every time the protagonist sees these figures, they can’t help but laugh, appreciating the humor and creativity that Mor has brought into the space. There’s a… -
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Chapter 54
CHAPTER 54 I stared at Rhys.He stared at me.His cheeks were tinged pink with cold, his dark hair ruffled, and he honestly looked freezing as he stood there, wings tucked in tight.And I knew that one word from me, and he’d go flying off into the crisp night. That if I shut the door, he’d go and not push it.His nostrils flared, scenting the paint behind me, but he didn’t break his stare. Waiting.Mate.My—mate.This beautiful, strong, selfless male … Who had sacrificed and wrecked himself for his… -
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Chapter 55
CHAPTER 55 I watched him consume every spoonful, his eyes darting between where I stood and the soup.When he was done, he set down his spoon.“Aren’t you going to say anything?” he said at last.“I was going to tell you what I’d decided the moment I saw you on the threshold.”Rhys twisted in his seat toward me. “And now?”Aware of every breath, every movement, I sat in his lap. His hands gently braced my hips as I studied his face. “And now I want you to know, Rhysand, that I love you. I… -
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Chapter 56
Chapter 56 begins with a dramatic and intense moment as Rhys winnows the group to the Illyrian camp, a strategic location surrounded by thousands of Illyrian warriors on various peaks. The group is only briefly stopping, with Rhys confident that their presence is secure, as the warriors' watchful eyes ensure that no one would dare approach them. However, the atmosphere is immediately charged with tension when the group arrives and Cassian, ever the tease, sarcastically remarks about the delay. Rhys reacts… -
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Chapter 57
CHAPTER 57 Spring had at last dawned on the human world, crocuses and daffodils poking their heads out of the thawed earth.Only the eldest and the golden-haired queens came this time. They were escorted by just as many guards, however.I once again wore my flowing, ivory gown and crown of gold feathers, once again beside Rhysand as the queens and their sentries winnowed into the sitting room.But now Rhys and I stood hand in hand—unflinching, a song without end or beginning.The eldest queen slid her… -
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Chapter 58
CHAPTER 58 We immediately returned to Velaris, not trusting the queens to go long without noticing the Book’s absence, especially if the vague mention of the sixth alluded to further foul play amongst them. Amren had the second half within minutes, not even bothering to ask about the meeting before she vanished into the dining room of the town house and shut the doors behind her. So we waited.And waited.Two days passed.Amren still hadn’t cracked the code.Rhys and Mor left in the early afternoon to… -
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Chapter 59
Chapter 59 is a raw, emotional, and intense moment, as Feyre faces off against the Attor, a fearsome enemy who has haunted her thoughts and her world. She winnows to a nearby rooftop, her mind sharp, her body prepared for the battle that is about to unfold. With both hands gripping the ash arrows tightly, she scans the skies, sensing the threat looming above her, a presence she knows all too well. The air is thick with tension, and Feyre braces herself for the fight that she knows must come, even as she… -
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Chapter 60
CHAPTER 60 “Velaris is secure,” Rhys said in the black hours of the night. “The wards the Cauldron took out have been remade.” We had not stopped to rest until now. For hours we’d worked, along with the rest of the city, to heal, to patch up, to hunt down answers any way we could. And now we were all again gathered, the clock chiming three in the morning. I didn’t know how Rhys was standing as he leaned against the mantel in the sitting room. I was near-limp on the couch beside Mor, both of… -
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Chapter 61
CHAPTER 61 I’d never worn so much steel. Blades had been strapped all over me, hidden in my boots, my inside pockets. And then there was the Illyrian blade down my back.Just a few hours ago, I’d known such overwhelming happiness after such horror and sorrow. Just a few hours ago, I’d been in his arms while he made love to me.And now Rhysand, my mate and High Lord and partner, stood beside me in the foyer, Mor and Azriel and Cassian armed and ready in their scale-like armor, all of us too quiet.Amren… -
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Chapter 62
Chapter 62 presents a scene of immense tension and transformation, where the protagonist confronts the Cauldron, an object that embodies both absence and presence, an eerie balance of light and darkness. It is not an item that brings hope or life but instead emanates an ominous, overpowering force that looms over the entire room. Described as being roughly the size of a bathtub, the Cauldron is constructed from dark iron, its three legs twisted and thorny, reminiscent of creeping vines with a malevolent… - Previous 1 … 109 110 111 … 122 Next