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Chapter 21 I froze, the ring now in the pocket of my jacket. She’d finished the last song—maybe she’d start another. Maybe. The spinning wheel slowed. I backed a step toward the door. Then another. Slower and slower, each rotation of the ancient wheel longer than the last. Only ten steps to the door. Five. The wheel went round, one last time, so slow I could see each of the spokes. Two. I turned for the door as she lashed out with a white hand, gripping the wheel and stopping it wholly. The door…-
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Chapter 20 begins with Feyre wrestling with lingering unease from a tense dinner shared with Tamlin and Lucien. Hoping to find solace in her art, she instead finds herself creating a chilling image of a monstrous figure, one that seems to emerge from her own subconscious fears. The scene reflects her internal turmoil, a blend of curiosity and dread about the upcoming Fire Night, or Calanmai—a mysterious faerie celebration that casts a shadow over the Spring Court’s usually serene atmosphere. As…-
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Chapter 20 Rhysand winnowed us into a wood that was older, more aware, than any place I’d been. The gnarled beech trees were tightly woven together, splattered and draped so thoroughly with moss and lichen that it was nearly impossible to see the bark beneath. “Where are we?” I breathed, hardly daring to whisper. Rhys kept his hands within casual reach of his weapons. “In the heart of Prythian, there is a large, empty territory that divides the North and South. At the center of it is our sacred…-
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Chapter 2: A Hunter’s Burden
Chapter 2, the weight of the deer pressed against Feyre’s aching shoulders as she made her way through the darkening woods, each step crunching against the frost-bitten earth. Though exhaustion clawed at her limbs, she pressed forward, her thoughts preoccupied with the waiting hunger of her family. The sky, once streaked with the faint hues of a dying sun, had surrendered to the deep indigo of twilight, and the looming silhouette of her home finally came into view—a small, weather-worn cottage standing…-
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Chapter 2 “I want to go.” “No.” I crossed my arms, tucking my tattooed hand under my right bicep, and spread my feet slightly further apart on the dirt floor of the stables. “It’s been three months. Nothing’s happened, and the village isn’t even five miles—” “No.” The midmorning sun streaming through the stable doors burnished Tamlin’s golden hair as he finished buckling the bandolier of daggers across his chest. His face—ruggedly handsome, exactly as I’d dreamed it during…-
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Chapter 19: Tamlin and Secrets
Chapter 19 unfolds with Tamlin leading the protagonist through the grand halls of his manor to reveal a hidden treasure—an expansive gallery filled with meticulously preserved artwork. The moment she steps inside, an overwhelming wave of emotion washes over her, as the sheer beauty and diversity of the paintings stir something deep within. Every brushstroke, every color carefully chosen by unknown hands speaks to her soul, evoking feelings of awe, grief, and a nostalgia she cannot quite place. Tamlin…-
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Chapter 19 “Amren’s right,” Rhys drawled, leaning against the threshold of the townhouse sitting room. “You are like dogs, waiting for me to come home. Maybe I should buy treats.” Cassian gave him a vulgar gesture from where he lounged on the couch before the hearth, an arm slung over the back behind Mor. Though everything about his powerful, muscled body suggested someone at ease, there was a tightness in his jaw, a coiled-up energy that told me they’d been waiting here for a while. Azriel…-
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Chapter 18, the morning light filters through the curtains as the protagonist awakens, the events of the previous night still lingering in her mind. Traces of faerie blood have been carefully removed, a silent yet significant gesture that suggests an effort to ease tensions and reestablish balance within the estate. With a newfound determination to acclimate to her life in this unfamiliar world, she resolves to face the day with an open mind, setting aside past conflicts in hopes of forging a more peaceful…
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Chapter 18 Amren was standing at the foot of my bed.I jolted back, slamming into the headboard, blinded by the morning light blazing in, fumbling for a weapon, anything to use—“No wonder you’re so thin if you vomit up your guts every night.” She sniffed, her lip curling. “You reek of it.”The bedroom door was shut. Rhys had said no one entered without his permission, but—She chucked something onto the bed. A little gold amulet of pearl and cloudy blue stone. “This got me out of the Prison.…-
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Chapter 17: Sacrifice and Loss
Chapter 17 plunges the protagonist into a night marred by terror, both within her dreams and in the waking world. Startled awake by the remnants of a nightmare, she is drawn from her bed by the sound of screams echoing through the manor. Following the commotion, she stumbles upon a grim scene—Tamlin carrying an injured faerie into the estate, his usually composed demeanor replaced with urgency and despair. The injured faerie, his blue skin glistening faintly under the dim light, presents a horrifying…-
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