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Previously…they recapped the plot to Lucien and agreed to let him see Feyre’s sister who is his mate in case you didn’t realise that. Then they go to see Feyre’s sisters and Nesta is r00d, Elain is devastated, and Feyre is like who is gonna bang my sisters?
A Court of Wings and Fury Chapter 16:
The chapter begins with Rhys and Feyre showing Lucien to his quarters. They give him a list of what he can and cannot do, which mainly consists of him not being allowed to talk to Feyre’s sisters without permission. And they finally offer the poor man some new damn clothes. Feyre tells us he’s been wearing them for a week, and I’m like, isn’t it in everyone’s best interest if he’s given clean clothes and a shower?
We were almost to the door, Cassian already in the hall, when Lucien said to me, “Thank you.”
I didn’t dare ask him for what.
Huh? What could the answer possibly be that she doesn’t want to hear?
They show up at Amren’s house, and she immediately starts telling them how they should make Lucien the High Lord of the Autumn Court. Rhys says he’ll think about this. Maybe it’s not a bad plan? I don’t know anymore with this book. Why not just make me the High Lord of the Autumn Court?
Everyone ignores my proposed plan and instead start laughing about how bad of an idea it was to leave Lucien, Elain and Nesta at the house together. Hilarious, guys.
Mor and Azriel are apparently there to monitor Amren and the Book of Breathings, which is my favorite book name of all time.
…the Book murmured, Hello, sweet-faced liar. Hello, princess with—
“Oh, be quiet,” Amren hissed toward the Book, who— shut up.
Oh, you two, take this act on the road!
The gang all discuss what Feyre learned from the Maybe-Incest-Twins and Jurian about the other armies that will be fighting in the war. Feyre doesn’t know anything about these armies and asks if they’re powerful.
“Yes,” Azriel said, no judgment in his hazel eyes. “Vallahan has the numbers, Montesere has the money, and Rask … it is large enough to have both.”
Damn. I guess Feyre is going to have to use all 670035953 of her powers to fight these powerful armies!
They try to brainstorm who they can call for help.
“You fought for Miryam and Drakon centuries ago,” I said to Rhys. He’d done a great deal more than that, if Jurian was to be believed. “Perhaps it’s time to call in that debt.”
Someone better contact Miryam and Drakon ASAP because I’m sick of their names coming up.
“We tried. Azriel went to Cretea.” The island where Miryam, Drakon, and their unified human and Fae peoples had secretly lived for the past five centuries.
“It was abandoned,” Azriel said.
Okay. Now I’m interested.
There was no sign of Hybern having gotten there, so no one knows what the hell happened. Of course, it immediately just becomes boring exposition again.
“Miryam died— a spear through her chest during that last battle at the sea,” Rhys explained. “She bled out while she was carried to safety. But Drakon knew of a sacred, hidden island where an object of great and terrible power had been concealed. An object made by the Cauldron itself, legend claimed. He brought her there, to Cretea— used the item to resurrect her, make her immortal. As you were Made, Feyre.”
Amren had said it— months ago. That Miryam had been Made as I was.
So they surmise that the King of Hybern must have promised Jurian he’d use the Cauldron to track this magic item…and thus Miryam. I’ll never remember this.
Anyway, Feyre asks about how they’re going to try to prevent more territories from joining Hybern. Rhys went to Hybern to see if he could sense an opportunity for an internal conflict, but they all seep super ready for a war because they’ve been on an island for years and are bored (????). There is a lot of speculation about whether the king has been playing the long game and making sure to make things progressively worse for the people so they’re desperate to fight the humans again. Probably. Like most definitely yes.
“…Isolated, growing poorer, with no slaves to do their labor … Hybern has long viewed the days before the War as a golden era. And these centuries since as a dark age.”
This is actually quite politically astute. Well done, book.
Apparently, their big play has been to…cause distractions in enemy territory.
“We planted information— truth and lies and a blend of both— for them to find. And also scattered some of it among our old allies, who are now balking at supporting us.”
I’m telling you, Fae Mean Girls.
So right now everyone is…distracted by gossip and not attacking, so they have bought time. They have no idea what is going on with those awful human queens either since no one can get in the palace. I guess the plan there would be to get Azriel in to start spreading vicious rumors within the castle. Hopefully it would all be very Downton Abbey.
Then they discuss finding ways to repair the holes in the wall since there must be a reason the Cauldron can’t do it on its own. Feyre suggest that one of her two million Fae powers might be able to help repair the wall, which is probably the case.
“Perhaps. The relationship would be tenuous, but … yes, perhaps you could patch it up. Though your sisters, directly forged by the Cauldron itself, might bear the sort of magic we—”
“My sisters play no part in this.”
I bet her sisters are going to play a part in this.
Amren accuses Feyre of sounding like Tamlin, and Mor loses her shit. Amren insists they need Feyre’s sisters to at least help them convince people “of the risk”. Sure, whatever. Feyre agrees to give them the choice.
But I went on, “So, we need to find a way to patch up the wall before Hybern uses the Cauldron to break it. And fight this war before any other territories join Hybern’s assault. And eventually get the Cauldron itself. Anything else?”
Rhys said behind me, his own voice carefully casual, “That covers it. As soon as a force can be assembled, we take on Hybern.”
I am so relieved there was this summary because I was getting overwhelmed.
None of us spoke, none of us moved as Rhys said simply, “Tomorrow, invitations go out to every High Lord in Prythian. For a meeting in two weeks. It’s time we see who stands with us. And make sure they understand the consequences if they don’t.”
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Omg the upcoming meeting is amazing. Tamlin acts like a bratty five year old. But two weeks in this book is probably like 50 chapters.
I came here to say this. That meeting was somehow the most amazing thing ever. It’s just so ridiculous in so many ways and Feyre is the worst even though Tamlin is there acting like a five year old.
I missed hating on these books in the comments with you
Ariel, you’re not going to remember that a character we’ve never met has gone missing from a place we’ve never been for reasons we don’t know except possibly because of a item we’ve never seen? It’s like you’re not even trying.
I’m genuinely curious how many of this series’ biggest fans actually give that much of a shit about the history and worldbuilding all tied into the main conflict of the book. SJM must be aware that all the crap about Drakon and Hybern are not the reason anybody reads these books.
As much as I don’t like the mating love (cough lust) bond storylines between the fae, all the surface-level time spent on war and politics just feels like even MORE of a waste of time to me, which is a truly incredible feat.
““You fought for Miryam and Drakon centuries ago,” I said to Rhys”
I totally forgot Rhys is very very very very old
I am in a state of constant confusion. I don’t understand this book at all.
Basically it’s a highschool drama with the typical pointless conflicts of one: lots of millenia-old 16-year-olds are throwing hissy fits about who is going to prom with whom, who wasn’t invited and whose car got keyed on the parking lot and how they now can best take revenge by shoving people into magical lockers, saying mean Things About each other and burning down their houses / torturing each other pets.
In this loadedsSituation, the boring, mousy exchange student appears, but then she takes of her glasses and becomes super-sexy and a perfect grade A student and hooks up with the leader of the goth clique and then everyone else is super-angry that she didn’t go to prom with them.
I guess that’s it, more or less.