Review: A Court of Mist and Fury
Sarah J Maas – A Court of Mist and Fury
For him, I had done this—for him, I’d gladly wrecked myself and my immortal soul. And now I had eternity to live with it.
That was unexpected.
After those deadly tasks and risking her life for Tamlin I expected a different outcome for Feyre. I know the aftermath isn’t going to be rainbows and unicorns, but I did not see that coming. So this is why most instagrammers post about Rhysand.
So to cut the long story short, Tamlin became too possessive and protective that Feyre literally suffocated because of him. Rhysand, found a way to help Feyre breathe and preoccupied. Now I know why it was stated before how being mated trumps being married – it is to explain the secret plot for the book 2.
Just like the first book, the second installment in the series is also addictive. I’m glad I read this a week after the third and final installment is released. I don’t know if I have enough patience to wait what’s going to happen next after that cliffhanger ending.
So going back to instagrammers posting about Rhysand, I honestly doubted at first how the author would be able to manage deleting Tamlin from the picture. Feyre literally died because of her love for him, so I wondered what could possibly happen that will make her love shift. Of course there’s this bargain with Rhysand about spending a week every month with him. And Tamlin being too suffocating have pushed Feyre into Rhysand’s arms. I feel bad for him though; I felt that he really loved her and he just don’t know how to handle it, especially seeing her risking her life for him and dying for him. After sharing a traumatic experience, instead of it pulling them loser, it only pushed them apart. Tamlin being a jerk made Rhysand being a prick tolerable, until he became lovable and irresistible.
The plot is great. So many words, so many histories, but it was enough to keep me preoccupied and entertained. Like the first book, I can’t put the second book down, because it keeps getting better and better.
But I met his stare as I clinked my glass against his, the crystal ringing clear and bright over the crashing sea far below, and said, “To the people who look at the stars and wish, Rhys.”
He picked up his glass, his gaze so piercing that I wondered why I had bothered blushing at all for Tarquin.
Rhys clinked his glass against mine. “To the stars who listen—and the dreams that are answered.
No one was my master—but I might be master of everything, if I wished. If I dared.
