I couldn’t wait to get my hands on the next book in this series. Expecting a hefty tome like the preceding books, I was kind of disappointed when I picked up this thin little volume from the library. I was ready to tuck in for the long haul, but this 4th book is more like a novella. However, it does take place during Solstice celebrations so slightly festive and somewhat appropriate timing for me to be reading it now.
Again, this is book 4 so hard to write much without getting a tad bit spoilery. These books are a lot of fun and I highly recommend them so stop reading this and begin reading them immediately.
In the aftermath of a brutal war, Feyre and her band of misfits are struggling with loss but also with guilt for the luxuries that their privilege provides. Afforded the wealth and comfort of the court, they are set to celebrate the holiday season while the townspeople are still coping with losing the idyllic life they led before the war. Having been sheltered by Rhys’s magic for the previous half century or so, the loss of loved ones and the destruction of their beloved city leaves them reeling.
Not much really happens here in this short offering. It felt more like a tiny bridge to the next BIG book (which I will definitely be getting my hands on as soon as possible) rather than a fully developed story in and of itself.
One thing to note though was that it was nice to finally have Feyre do some actual painting. She really only paints in the first book if I remember correctly. After endless internal monologues in previous books where she visualized how she would render moments through paintings and what she would title them, it was cathartic to have her actually put brush to canvas.
I also have to say that I’m kind of sick of Nesta already. In a sea of wounded people, she is afforded too much time, patience and worry. I know the next book centers around her, and I am a bit concerned. Time will tell.