A Court of Mist and Fury (A Court of Thorns and Roses, #2)

by Sarah J. Maas

Rhys knelt and spread wide the web of leather and steel, beckoning for me to stick a leg through one loop.

My favourite recurring theme – Rhys on his knees. I clocked Chekhov's gun in Rhys naked nightmare scene. Here it is back to repay me in kind.

Rhys looked up, hands braced on my thighs. Bow, he’d once ordered Tamlin. And now here he was, on his knees before me. His eyes glinted as if he remembered it, too. Had that been a part of his game—that façade? Or had it been vengeance for the horrible blood feud between them?

faints

I made to jump off the stone, but he gripped my chin, the movement too fast to detect. His words were a lethal caress as he said, “Did you enjoy the sight of me kneeling before you?”

someone hand me a fan

Like a mountain cat arching into a touch, it seemed to purr—and then relaxed its guard.

Oh his wall of adamant is even sexy

A blind, solid tug on the bond, cooling darkness sweeping into me, my temper, my senses, calming that fire— I scrambled to throw my mental shields up. But they were intact.

Rhys is so sweet with his darkness.

Rhysand appeared, a solid figure in my world of smoke and stars. And his eyes were wide, his mouth split in a grin of wicked delight, as I winnowed in front of him and tackled him into the snow.

swoon

That I will bow before no one and nothing but my crown.

this again ♥♥♥

The full impact of him threatened to sweep me away.

He swept me away ages ago, sis

My own blood sang at the power that thrummed from him, at the sheer beauty of him.

**doe eyes**

Knelt on those stars and mountains inked on his knees. He would bow for no one and nothing— But his mate. His equal.

I glad this theme delivered and the foreshadowing wasn't a red herring.