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If we get nothing in July…
What the hell is going on?

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“Why not make them mates?” I mused. “Why Lucien?” […] “What decides it? Who decides it? You said your mother and father were wrong for each other, Tamlin said his own parents were wrong for each other.” I peeled off my dressing robe. “So it can’t be a perfect system of matching. What if” — I jerked my chin towards the window, to my sister and the shadowsinger in the garden—“that is what she needs? Is there no free will? What if Lucien wishes the union but she doesn’t?”
“A mating bond can be rejected.” Rhys said mildly, eyes flickering in the mirror as he drank in every inch of bare skin I had on display. “There is a choice. And sometimes, yes— the bond picks poorly. Sometimes the bond is nothing more than some … preordained guesswork at who will provide the strongest offspring. At it’s basest level, It’s perhaps only that.”
So, a trout and a bee walk into the bar.
no i’m CACKLING
“who? oh. no.” LOLLLLL
Drakon is a real king for this.
Him when Feyre mentioned Lucien:
Anyways, thank you to Rebecca Yarros for actually giving the people something. Who cares that we have to wait for this next Empyrean book when we have the title and cover. I appreciate that she always delivers.

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It made sense, I supposed, that Azriel alone had listened to her. The male who heard things others could not… perhaps he, too, had suffered as Elain had before he understood what gift he possessed.
Still nothing.
Rhys was there, an arm sliding around my waist. “Can we get you anything, Elain?” He spoke with such gentleness I could barely stand it.
The two Illyrian’s paused their inspection of me long enough to note my sisters finishing up breakfast, Nesta in a pale gray gown that brought out the steel in her eyes, Elain in dusty pink. Both males went a bit still.
Azriel said, as if in answer to some unspoken debate, “I’m getting her back.”
Nesta slid her gaze to the shadowsinger. Azriel’s hazel eyes glowed golden in the shadows.
Nesta said, “Then you will die.”
Azriel only repeated, rage glazing that stare, “I’m getting her back.”

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But she started. “Elain—”
“Elain is fine,” Rhys said. “Azriel was at the town house.”
“It was angry,” Elain said quietly. “It was so, so angry that something was taken. So it took something from them as punishment.”
We said nothing. I didn’t know what to say—what to even ask or demand. If the Cauldron had done something to her as well …
I faced Azriel, exposing my palms to him. “What does that mean?”
Azriel’s hazel eyes churned as he studied my sister, her too-thin body. And without a word, he winnowed away. Mor watched the space where he’d been standing long after he was gone.
I say this with love to the Elriels that like Lucien. Majority of us don’t like him. A word of advice don’t come into our comment sections defending him.
We don’t like him. And we don’t care to hear about he’s actually not that bad.
There are valid reasons to dislike his character. You don’t have to agree and that’s fine. Just stay in your lane and you shouldn’t have any issues.
I would also like to put out there that I am one of the biggest Lucien haters ever. So respectfully, do not come to me trying to defend his character.
DARVO stands for Deny, Attack, Reverse Victim and Offender. It is a psychological manipulation tactic often used by abusers, narcissists or perpetrators when confronted by their wrongful behavior.
That’s all I’m gonna say on that topic.
Take a shot when:
1) The mention of different interpretations is brought up.
2) Harrassment is mentioned.
3) Says something negative about Elriels.
4) Posts a meme in defense.
5) Says how the fandom is toxic.
6) Tries to shift the blame.
Update: We got all of them guys.

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“You said your mother and father were wrong for each other; Tamlin said his own parents were wrong for each other.” I peeled off my dressing robe. “So it can’t be a perfect system of matching. What if”—I jerked my chin toward the window, to my sister and the shadowsinger in the garden—“that is what she needs? Is there no free will? What if Lucien wishes the union but she doesn’t?”
“A mating bond can be rejected,” Rhys said mildly, eyes flickering in the mirror as he drank in every inch of bare skin I had on display. “There is choice. And sometimes, yes—the bond picks poorly. Sometimes, the bond is nothing more than some … preordained guesswork at who will provide the strongest offspring. At its basest level, it’s perhaps only that. Some natural function, not an indication of true, paired souls.”
Azriel strode to the lone window at the end of the room and peered into the garden below. “I’ve never stayed in this room.” His midnight voice filled the space.