Perfect for fans of Kristin Cashore and George R.R. Martin, this first book in a sexy and action-packed new series is impossible to put down!
When nineteen-year-old huntress Feyre kills a wolf in the woods, a beast-like creature arrives to demand retribution for it. Dragged to a treacherous magical land she only knows about from legends, Feyre discovers that her captor is not an animal, but Tamlin--one of the lethal, immortal faeries who once ruled their world.
As she dwells on his estate, her feelings for Tamlin transform from icy hostility into a fiery passion that burns through every lie and warning she's been told about the beautiful, dangerous world of the Fae. But an ancient, wicked shadow over the faerie lands is growing, and Feyre must find a way to stop it . . . or doom Tamlin--and his world--forever.
The character interactions were ridiculous and didn't make sense for the characters or setting at all. Feyre took two seconds to flip from faeries are murderous and evil, I HATE THEM, to I wonder what his chest feels like pressed against my chest uwu.
Feyre spends the middle section of the book continuously trying to NOT do what she is told. Love the independence, girl, but jeez learn to take some advice.
The last third read like torture porn, where Feyre is powerless to influence her situation, but is still conveniently saved by random side characters just in time to move the plot forward.
Also, "My own bowels turned watery with shame and fear".
