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adeity-studies · 1 year

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Finished this absolute beast of a novel 2 days ago and haven't had a moment of peace since. 4/5 stars! An amazing conclusion to such a rich, vibrant world. My primary issue with the last two books was that there wasn't enough character development- well this book brought a LOT of development and plot twists that made it a delight to read. Might have to revise my view on Sarah J. Maas... Add me on goodreads if you want to see what I'm reading/more in-depth reviews ❤️‍🔥 goodreads.com/adeitystudies #booktok #book #books #acotar #acomaf #acowar #sarajmaas #feyre #feyrearcheron #nestaarcheron #elainarcheron #rhys #rhysand #tamlin #lucienvanserra #cassian #azriel #bookstagram #booktokbooks https://www.instagram.com/p/Cn3UJZBuoIe/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#booktok #book #books #acotar #acomaf #acowar #sarajmaas #feyre #feyrearcheron #nestaarcheron #elainarcheron #rhys #rhysand #tamlin #lucienvanserra #cassian #azriel #bookstagram #booktokbooks

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iammadwoman · 1 year

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“𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐬𝐭?” 𝐀𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐝, 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐰. [...] 𝐀 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐲𝐚𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭. 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐮𝐬. #QOTD: ➵ ᴡʜᴀᴛ’ꜱ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ʙᴏᴏᴋ ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ? I’ll never get tired of talking about these books, they mean so much. The plot, the characters, the storyline, everything about them is so great. I still remember the first time I read about Celeana when I was in high school and I was so obsessed about her story. I’m so grateful to these books, these characters mean so much🥹 if you haven’t read them, do it. ➵ 🇪🇸Nunca me cansaré de hablar de estos libros, significan mucho. La trama, los personajes, la historia, todo sobre ellos es genial. Todavía recuerdo la primera vez que leí sobre Celeana cuando estaba en el colegio y estaba tan obsesionada con su historia. Estoy muy agradecida con estos libros, estos personajes significan mucho 🥹 si aún no los has leído, hazlo. No te arrepentirás. . . . #sarajmaas #throneofglass #celaenasardothien #rowanwhitethorn #aelingalathynius #thethirteen #fantasy #bookworm #booklover #bookstagram #bookcommunity #booksofinstagram #readingtime #ilovebooks #bookblogger #bookblog #booknerd #bookaddict https://www.instagram.com/p/CqyZM5jOcSJ/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#qotd #sarajmaas #throneofglass #celaenasardothien #rowanwhitethorn #aelingalathynius #thethirteen #fantasy #bookworm #booklover #bookstagram #bookcommunity #booksofinstagram #readingtime #ilovebooks #bookblogger #bookblog #booknerd #bookaddict

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cassidieleigh21 · 1 year

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New additions alert! • • They are finally out! I have been waiting for the release of the new covers for TOG since it was announced! As much as I love the old covers, I love these equally because I feel they fit each novels better and the covers are beautiful. • • I know some may argue that ACOTAR is better but I just adore the TOG series so much. Aelin is such a badass and I just love everything about this series. • • I have the originals and am planning on giving them to a good friend of mine who is also a bookworm. I plan to get the last four for the new set soon and getting the new set gives me the chance to reread them all over again! • • #tog #booknerd #bookworm #bookstagram #bookstagrammer #sarajmaas #throneofglassseries #throneofglass #booktok #bookblogger #bookblog #books https://www.instagram.com/p/Com_USyLo8c/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#tog #booknerd #bookworm #bookstagram #bookstagrammer #sarajmaas #throneofglassseries #throneofglass #booktok #bookblogger #bookblog #books

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dameracrystmon · 2 years

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Hungary 🇭🇺 Jornorinn által rajzolt mágneses könyvjelzők! 🤩 Két csodás író által megalkotott karakterek. Sarah J. Maas - Tüskék és rózsák udvara és az Üvegtrón sorozatból két karakter. Mannon és Amren P.V. Brett - A Rovásember sorozatból sok karakter. Rojer, Arlen, Jardir, Leesha, Inevera és Renna AZ UTOLSÓ DARABOK!!!!!! Keressétek Damera Cross stitch pultjánál. #magyar #Mondocon #Damera #Jornorinn #könyvjelző #mágnes #anime #chibi #fantasy #SaraJMaas #pvbrett #ARóvásember #Üvegtrón #TüskékésRózsákudvara #Mannon #Amren #Rojer #Arlen #Jardir #Leesha #Inevera #Renna (helyszín: Nyári Mondocon) https://www.instagram.com/p/CglvYAgKktk/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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acourtofthought · 1 year

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I thought I was the only one who wasn't comfortable around Nessian ship when they all do is fighting and having sex—IC treats her worse than an animal because she let Feyre hunt(does Nesta deserve to be compared to the abusers-Tamlin and Beron?! Excuse me!?)

Nesta needed help and IC have a very weird way to help her—honestly I wanted SaraJMaas to pull a twist in Silver Flame-sometimes mates don't work—Tamlin and Rhys' parents are an example of that-honestly I wanted her to accept Eris' proposal..this man has treated better in one chapter than Cassian in all the book(They are the opposite and I can understand the appeal of opposites' attraction to each other but for me a couple to work needs to share some similarities)

And here we have Neris.

The viper and the snake

The heir of the autumn court and High night's lady sister

The bitch and the bastard

But I know for sure some fans would have used that twist to enforce the theory of El/riel..so yeah..sorry for rambling

I think Nesta and Eris would have made a fantastic couple. I don't hate Nessian though I did feel a lack of real emotional connection between them but seeing Neris go head to head would have been pretty exciting (Cassian's strong personality fizzled out a bit in SF). Not to mention Eris does seem like he'd be more capable of going toe to toe with her. Cassian bit back at times but it was more in response to the way Nesta acted toward him and Nesta eventually had to become softer to be with Cassian (though maybe that's what she wanted which I can't then fault). But I feel like Nesta and Eris are a two sides of the same coin situation and would maybe have a better understanding of why they were the way they were. Though maybe the problem they would have faced is neither one would have ever backed down or tried to push the relationship forward, they may have ended up remaining at a standstill with their stubbornness. Regardless, Neris could have been really fun to read.

#neris

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pantomatique · 3 years

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His Return

The small cottage came into view. Azriel slowed down, his feet touching the cobblestone path without a sound. The balmy summer air was a welcome compared to the near-constant freeze of the Winter Court, even if it made him soak his leathers through with sweat. He had built the cottage for Elain as a gift when they got married; built it in a field of wildflowers outside of Velaris. He remembered her smile as he flew her there and surprised her with it.

It has been three weeks since he stepped into his own house, the smell of peonies and sunshine wafted around him- his wife’s scent. Three weeks without his wife. He was sorely tempted to wake her up and makeup for all of that lost time. He let her sleep, she needed it and he needed to hone the whirl-wind of thoughts flying through him.

The last three weeks were spent interrogating spies caught trying to cross the border between the Night and Winter Courts. Spies from the Continent. They were apprehended in Winter, but Kallias allowed Rhys the courtesy of his own interrogation… as long as it was in Winter. Rhys stayed a week, using his daemati gifts to quicken the process. After the week, Rhys left him with Lucien to try to open up the last two spies who had been shields. Fae gifted with protection against daemati.

Walking to the dining room, he noticed a light yellow rug with a floral print. Bright and cheery against the dark wood floors. How very Elain, he thought. In fact, he started noticing all of the details added since he left. The wedding portrait that Feyre had painted of them, rested on the mantle. Vases of flowers and other feminime touches graced the house. It was perfect. It reminded him of Elain, who made anywhere she was- home to him.

They've only been in the cottage for six weeks- married that long too. He hated himself for being gone for half of their marriage, but it was a sacrifice he was willing to make to keep her safe.

Azriel poured himself a drink at the small copper bar cart near the kitchen, using a glass - not bothering with a shot glass. Ugly. That’s what those last weeks were. As a favor to his Highlord, Azriel begrudgingly worked with Lucien. When Elain had chosen the shadowsinger over her mate, the townhouse nearly collapsed due to the fight that took place. Lucien was still silently seething over the matter while they worked. Azriel’s shadows picking up the wrath thumping underneath the fox’s golden skin.

As much as Azriel hated to admit it, he was angry too. Angry at Vanserra. Angry at whatever force decided to tie Elain and Lucien’s souls together for eternity.

Pulling out a chair to face the three paned window, he took a seat at the end of the mahogany dining table. A gift from Cas, his reasoning being that the happy couple needed a big enough for both their families. Family. That’s what he and Elain wove themselves together to become.

Staring at the starry night sky, whiskey burned down his throat as he his mind circled back to that comment Lucien made to him when he found out Elain wouldn’t be accompanying them to Winter. Accused him of cloistering Elain, saying that the cottage Azriel had built her was nothing more than a gilded cage meant to keep her bound to him.

He wanted to bring Elain with him. Wanted to take her gliding over the iced over ponds hidden in the Winter Court’s forests, to show her the snow-blooming flowers that flourished in the cold… He would take her one day. Where he could give her all of his attention, she deserved it.

In truth, Azriel didn’t want Elain to see this part of him. He couldn't fathom sharing a bed with her mere hours after he tortured fae barely out of boyhood. Resting his elbows on his knees, he cradled his face in his hands, the scars and calluses scraping against the light stubble that began to form on his jaw. He thought about gentle Elain watching her husband break trained warriors apart, watching someone usually so caring and loving to her- turn to violence and bloodshed. She knew what he did, what was required of him to keep the Night Court safe. He would not allow her to see that part of him. Not anytime soon.

“Az, is that you?” a gentle voice behind him flowed like water. He turned around to see Elain standing at the stop of the staircase. A cream shaw was wrapped around her shoulders, over the pale pink nightgown edged with cream lace - another wedding present from Feyre. He had blushed when Elain opened up the trunk full of scraps of lace and satin and then rolled his eyes at the note that Feyre had left him:

“A gift for the groom. - your sister in-law”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.” Didn’t mean to, but he was elated to see her. Graceful as a doe, she glided down the stairs- towards him.

“It’s okay. I have trouble sleeping without you anyways.” A smile touched her lips as she talked. His heart ached at the thought that she had problems sleeping. The first night they shared a bed, she had told him that it was the first time she slept without nightmares. Did she not feel safe without him here? He had placed wards around the house before he left and even told her to sleepover at Rhy and Feyre’s if she was scared. Azriel would ask her about it tomorrow.

Placing his hands on her hips. He pulled her towards him, so that she was standing in between his legs. Resting his head between her breasts and wrapping his arms around her slim waist, he breathed her in.

“I missed you.” He whispered to her. So very, very much, he thought. Elain threaded her fingers in his midnight hair and began playing with it. Twirling his locks around her thin, small fingers.

“I’m so glad you're safe.” she said. “That is quite a nightcap you’ve made yourself.” She let out a chuckle at the large glass of whiskey sitting on the table. “I’ll make you some tea to wash it down.”

“It’s fine, you don’t have to.” he responded, but she already untangled herself from him and was walking towards the kitchen. Azriel was content to just watch her. Placing the copper kettle on the stove, she turned and gave him the sweetest smile as she pulled out two mint mugs from the cabinet. She stirred extra honey into his tea, making a remark about how she heard it helps prevent hangovers.

She placed both mugs on the table and was about to sit down, until he pulled her onto his lap- so that she was straddling him. Elain let out a giggle as she wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed a kiss to his forehead.

“I like what you’ve done with the place.” he whispered into ear, pressing a kiss right below it, as he eyed the velvet blue curtains enclosing the window.

“Cassian helped me hang them up. He said the blue would go with your siphons.” She ran her fingers over the one in the center of his chest, before picking up his mug of tea and bringing it to his lips. “Drink.” He did what she said.

“Delicious, from your garden?” he inquired as he took the mug from her small hands and held it to her lips. He tilted it up as she took a sip.

“Yes, I starting growing herbs that help with sore muscles and fatigue… for you.” she said shyly, looking down. Azriel put the mug back on the table and then tilted Elain’s chin up with his hand.

“Thank you.” he said as he stared into her chocolate eyes. Thank you for everything, for taking care of me, for loving me, he thought, hoping that his eyes conveyed what he felt.

‘She is thinking you’re welcome.’ a wisp of a shadow whispered in his ear. One of the reasons he loved Elain was that she didn’t push him to talk. The two of them seemed to exude their thoughts and feelings to each other without words.

Azriel released her chin, running his hands over the silky material of the nightgown, he pulled her flush to his chest- into a passionate kiss. The shaw around her shoulders, fell to the floor forgotten. Her soft, doll lips parted allowing their tongues to intertwine along with their souls. Her hands stroking his chest, his shoulders, his wings. Desire flooded his loins.

He moved his hands over the curve of her hips, down to her knees. Then he moved them back up over her creamy thighs, up to the hem of her nightgown which was pushed up from straddling his lap. Lips parting, she began to pepper kisses along his jaw and neck.

“Arms up.”

Elain obeyed. Lifting her arms up, as he pulled the nightgown over her head and let it drop to the floor. Unconcerned of where it landed. She wouldn't be needing it for the rest of the night.

The primal, fae part of him hummed with pleasure at the bare skin before him. The moon beams streaking through the glass windows behind her, making her pale skin glow like back-lit alabaster. Clad only in a pair of pink lace panties, she whispered his name. Beautiful, Beautiful, Beautiful, the word echoed in his head as his eyes roamed over his wife’s body- exposed only for him.

Lips meeting once again, Azriel cupped her breasts, his thumbs moving in circles over her nipples- peaking them. She moaned into his mouth as her hips began to move in a soft rhythm against his own. Reminding his body that they spent three weeks without touching each other. Those days apart had left him ravenous.

He trailed one finger down the valley of her breasts, the center of her naval- until he got to the waistband of that scrap of lace she wore. Perhaps she expected his return tonight with those seer powers of hers, he thought, that would explain the… ensemble.

A purely male smirk appeared on his face, as he realized that she was soaked through. Before he could insert a finger into that wet heat of hers, she crawled off his lap to pull off her underwear. The shadowsinger sat back and enjoyed the sight. Stepping out of them, she kneeled before him. Kneeled before death incarnate.

Her nimble fingers began pulling at the laces of his leather pants. A groan escaped his lips, as his aching length sprang into her awaiting hand. He nearly lost his mind when she kissed the tip. Unable to wait any longer, Azriel hauled her up onto his lap and buried himself deep inside her in one smooth stroke.

All five hundred of those years he had spent in heartbreak and trapped in lust, had been worth it. He would have waited an eternity to wait for her. His one true love.

Azriel thrust up into her, still clad in his fighting leathers, while she writhed atop him naked. Her head dropped to the nook of his shoulder, her sweet little moans and gasps echoing in his ear.

Inside her, he forgot his sins. Forget the dark shadows of his past that leeched on his very existence- she burned them away. Outshining every star in the sky.

Azriel would give her everything.

Bringing his hand to that bundle of nerves at the apex of her thighs, she fell off that shimmering edge into a pool of starlight. And as she gasped his name as she found her release, he stood up- wrapping her thin legs around his waist.

When the tremor in her stilled, he pulled himself out of her and sat her at the edge of that giant table. Pushing her shoulders so that she laid flat on her back, knees bent, legs spread and feet perched at the end of the table. Exactly where he wanted her.

“Az?”

“Soon, love.” pressing a chaste kiss to her mouth to quiet her.

Before he could take what he needed, he began unstrapping the armor from his shoulders and forearms and unbuckled the leather tunic. And as he threw the tunic to the ground, he leaned over her, guiding himself into her. His pants slung low over his chiseled hips.

Enjoying the feeling of her small bare breasts crushed against his chestt, he set a punishing pace that would take them both over the edge. Elain’s small hands traced over his back, feeling the muscles flex and tighten as he thrust into her. Azriel grabbed her wrists, twinning their fingers together as he pinned her hands by her head.

No language could describe how good it felt to share this intimacy with her. But gods, he tried. Whispering in her ear about how much she pleased him, how amazing she felt wrapped around him. A blush spread from her dimpled cheeks to those perfect tits of hers.

And as her fingers tightened around his own, release found her again that night. At the sight of his wife moaning his name below him, he found his. His siphons flaring as he spilled himself into her.

Elain wrapped her legs around him, holding him close as pleasure shot up his spine. Foreheads pressed together, noses touching, he pressed an open mouth kiss to her swollen lips.

“I love you.” she said. “So very much.”

Azriel hoped that he was enough to keep her safe, strong enough to make sure they had nights like this again and again.

#acotar #elriel #a court of thorns and roses #azriel #elain #smut #a court of mist and fury #sarajmaas #fanfic

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susannagrace4 · 3 years

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Cassian x reader imagine

Like every morning, you admired the mix of day and night in the morning sky, but shivers went down your spine as you spotted a large pair of wings in the distance. You sighed and continued your walk down the cobbled streets of Velaris. You reached your favorite café and walked in. The familiar aromas of coffee and cream fill your nose. It was still early when you arrived, so you were able to quickly order and snag a table outside. Yawning, you reminisce of the night before at the theatre house. As much as you loved performing, expressing yourself through singing, It was frustrating when you lost your voice often. The tonic you drank this morning helped, but it doesn’t do much.

Your order comes out soon, and you thank the waiter as they quickly scurry off. Pulling you next read out of your bag, you let the story consume you. It was about an assassin, but you couldn’t get into it. It was very boring. But your friends were begging you to get through the first book since it is supposed to get better. You didn’t notice when a certain Illyrian walked past you and into the coffee shop. Or that his gaze kept itself on you when he sat down.

The waiter came back a while later with the bill. You reached for your wallet only to find it missing. It hit you that in your rush to get out the door this morning, you left it on your music stand. You cursed yourself under your breath. You grab a napkin and write a note on it. “I’m so sorry. I left my wallet at home, I’ll go grab it if that’s okay. Again, I’m so sorry.” The waiter was about to respond, when a low raspy voice cut in. “I’ll cover it.” The waiter nodded, and took the paper bill from the general before heading back inside. You opened my mouth to respond but remembered your missing voice. You weren’t not going to make a hideous sound in front of the person you’ve fancied for years.

“Something wrong.” You shake your head. He furrowed his brows. “Sorry, I was just trying to help.” you chuckled and shook your head again. “You’re very confusing.” You grabbed your pen and wrote something on the same napkin where the waiter’s note was. You reached over to his table and handed it to him. He read it aloud. “Thanks, for covering it, you didn’t have to do that. I would thank you, but I lost my voice. Lost your voice? How?” He handed the napkin back in which you wrote another message and handed it back. “I sing at the theatre house, I lose my voice often because of it. Really? I was just there last night. Were you there?” You nod. You write a note on another napkin and hold it up to him. “I sing backup, never the lead. That’s a shame, I bet you have a beautiful voice.” You tried to hide your blush, but he still noticed and chuckled.

“Cassian, That’s my name.” You write another note for him. “I know, I’ve heard all about you.” He switched to a sarcastic flattery voice. “And what is it they say about I, Cassian, the greatest Illyrian of the millennia?” You grin and scribble another note. “Quite an ego you have. What ego, I am offended.” He said dramatically. You wanted to laugh, but your voice was hideous, what would he think? You looked down at your empty cup. grabbing and writing on the last remaining napkin and handing it to him, while grabbing your bag. “I better go, It was really nice meeting you. It was nice meeting you too.” He smiled. You wanted to burst with joy. You went to walk away when he caught your wrist. “Wait, I never caught your name.” With your pen still in hand, you wrote in the corner of the napkin in front of him, being that close to him made your inside’s squirm. “I guess it’s a mystery until next time. Next time huh, I’ll be keeping my eye out then.” You both just stood there, gazing at each other for a moment before you smiled and waved, heading off. Until next time.

#acotar #acomaf #acowar #acofas #acosf #sarajmaas #cassian #rhys #innercircle #yafantasy #velaris

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siyana95 · 2 years

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@elriel-month Do you remember the very first picture of the month Elriel? now completely in color) The idea was to depict through the characters, one scene from the book The Courtyard of the Silver Flame, when a wooden statuette was described- a rose stood on the fireplace in the shade, illuminated by the light of the mother (this is how I remember, not a fact)😅Well, in general, it's already clear-forbidden love. Now this image can be obtained from @booksknownoage (instagram)

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thekore · 2 years

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“I’m thinking that I must have been a fool in love to allow myself to be shown so little of the Spring Court. I’m thinking there’s a great deal of that territory I was never allowed to see or hear about and maybe I would have lived in ignorance forever like some pet. I’m thinking . . . I’m thinking that I was a lonely, hopeless person, and I might have fallen in love with the first thing that showed me a hint of kindness and safety. And I’m thinking maybe he knew that – maybe not actively, but maybe he wanted to be that person for someone. ”

Feyre at the Spring Court