Richelle Mead...there are so many names I want to call you right now that are totally inappropriate for the Internet and Goodreads. So instead I'll say this, *SPOILER* I haven't cried this much reading a book since the first time I read Deathly Hallows. I am no longer a solid human being, I am a puddle. A sad, sad puddle with a major tension headache from literally sobbing through the last chapters.