Holy. Ever-loving. Mind-blowing. Stars. Above. This was one of the most un-put-down-able books I have ever read. And I literally cannot stop thinking about...all of it. Rhys, his story, all his suffering. Feyre, her power, re-becoming herself. Their bond(s). All the beautiful intricate new characters - Amren, Mor, Azriel, Cassian. Elain and Nesta. Elian and Lucien. Nesta and Cassian. Their background and roles to play, their losses. The King of Hybern and his motives, Jurien and his obsessions, the mortal queens with mortal weaknesses. And the new family Feyre found, only to tear herself away from both them and her old family, her sisters, in order to save them all. The secret she shared with only Rhys that allowed them both to do it. The High Lord and Lady of the Night Court. The depth of feeling in this novel. The depth of what Rhys has known and felt and how long he fought to protect something he thought he'd never have. The reality and time of Feyre's recovery, of coming to terms with what she did, the darkness inside she almost lost to, her discovery of her own person and freedom and choices, her own love to give. The way that everything you thought you knew, the perspective you thought you had from the first book - snap - we were so easily manipulated by what things looked like on the surface. The complicated web that has been woven of anger and revenge and toxic love and pure love and, above all, a dream. A dream of peace and beauty and cooperation and hope for that future, sacrifices for that dream, that future. GAH. And this was a second book. The one that's usually the worst. And this surpassed the first one by SO much, took the story so much deeper. Allowed new developments, relationships, characters, without falling into love triangle traps and silly tropes. I actually, literally cannot wait for the next one. I almost do not have words for how much this story sucked me in and how much I did not want it to end, to let me go. Just. Gorgeous.