Just finally finished reading āThe Flames of Hopeā, and itās the saddest fucking book Iāve ever read out of the series, despite the happy ending. Or, honestly, I think itās just how sad Freedomās story was.
Her egg was stolen by a power-hungry man, and grew up never knowing how much her mom cared for her. Died as a dragonet, but her mind lived on for five thousand years because of a plant that used her as a host to help it grow and spread like an infectious weed (which it pretty much was). Only given Lizard as a name. Never received or gave any love during that time; lived on with only hatred shared between her and her human captor. Basically forced to control sentient beings until it was normal for her that she felt no need to retaliate having to do what the human or plant wanted.
Honestly, Iām glad Tui wrote this book in Lunaās perspective, because itās something that was needed. In the few days that Luna was trapped down in the abyss, Freedom needed that time. It may not be enough compared to the five thousand years of misery and isolation, but it was something. Something to give herāshow herāthat not all dragons were as terrible as Cottonmouth (the human) claimed they were. It gave her a friend in Luna, and in the dragonet that was with her. The memories and the hug she was given; she needed them. In the end, it was all for something. And it was so heartbreaking-but-so-kind for Luna and Dusky (the dragonet) to give her a name worth giving to her, that represented somethingāFreedom.
I love how this book turned out š












