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The Book Of Breathings Foreshadowed Feysand, Nessian and Elriel

so we know the book of breathings spoke to the feyre in acomaf. but i never see anyone talking about what it said?!?!

“Hello, sweet thing. Hello, lady of night, princess of decay. Hello, fanged beast and trembling fawn. Love me, touch me, sing me.”

Lets analyse:

"hello sweet thing" - basically just cooing at feyre, it clearly likes her as it sung to her.

"lady of night" - "love me" - feyre

high lady of night court, love being a big thing she struggles with in acomaf, her growing love for rhys and her fading love for tamlin.

"princess of decay" - "touch me" - nesta

she's referred to as Lady Death, touch is how her and cassians relationship started, the whole just sex no emotion business.

"trembling fawn" - "sing me" - elain

is referred to as a fawn several times and described having doe eyes, including multiple times in contrast to azriel and his darkness. sing, well azriel is a shadowsinger but even if it meant literal singing, sjm did say we would possibly see azriel sing in future.

"fanged beast and trembling fawn" - what does that quote remind you of? ah yes "death and his lovely fawn"

the order in which the archerons are described also matches the order of their books!

BONUS - it also ties with the archerons being part fae theory!

basically that theory is that the archeron mother was part fae or had fae lineage. it makes sense to why she was so cold to her children, but loved their father - it was because he was her mate.

thats why she stayed in human lands, didn't tell about her fae lineage and is why she didn't love her children as much as her husband. she put her mate above all else. and the books did say the cauldron sometimes purely chooses mates based on who would make the strongest offspring. and who are three of the most powerful fae alive because they were made by the cauldron itself or all high lords? the archerons

the book of breathings is made of two halfs and could tie the fae and humans together by some human born sisters with fae lineage ;)

throne of glass characters — aelin galathynius 

 “She was Aelin Ashryver Galathynius—­and she would not be afraid.”

"You said I could be a weapon--teach me to become one. Don't use me like a pawn. And if being one is part of my work for you, then I'm done. Done."

From brieylasmin on Instagram

Sure, Night Court drama is interesting. You got that whole thing with Cassian, Mor and Azriel. You got Cassian and Nesta ETL. You got whatever is going on with Azriel, Elain, Lucien and potentially Gwyn. You've got the Archeron sisters fighting like cats and dogs. You've got Rhys thinking he's doing the right thing but he's actually fucking up majorly. It's messy as hell. It's a trashy reality TV show that's kind of cringey to watch, but you watch it anyway because you can't look away from the clusterfuck.

But the Autumn Court? The Autumn Court is in a league of its own. You got Lucien being the product of an affair between the LOA and Helion that spanned centuries. You've got everyone knowing that Lucien is the product of this affair except for Lucien and Helion themselves. You've got LOA hating her abusive husbands guts but not doing anything about it besides probably plotting his death with her eldest son. You got the Vanserra brothers actively despising each other and throwing each other under the bus every chance they get. You've got the whole shit with poor Jesminda that Lucien spent centuries blaming Eris for, even though Eris did what he could to try and help. You've got an entire court running on shitty policies that someone needs to do something about. You've got centuries of bad blood in a family, where truly anything could have occurred. The alliances, the betrayals, the scandals.

That is a reality TV show that I would watch the shit out of.

wellllll

Plot twist: Rhysand's last name is Herondale

- angsty backstory

- seems dark and brood-y but is actually a cinnamon roll

- nobody knows their actual last name for ages into the series

- i can definitely picture him being scared of ducks

- is more powerful than most of his kind

- "Herondales love only once."

- dead family

- strange (but beautiful) eyes

- a really good

okay but just imagine

SJM child all grown up & reading ACOSF and ACOMAF ch 55 and be like:

The old gods are dead

Zeus sits at the bar, he’ll buy a thousand and one drinks and the girls who he smiles at will raise their eyebrows and think of the pepper spray tucked into their sleeves.

Hera waits at home. She knows the numbers of all the girls and she has their facebooks open on the computer. Her hands hover over the keyboard., She wants to tell them that men will always lie. She wants to take her own advice. She never will.

Apollo and Artemis travel the world. They are chasing the sun. Chasing the moon. They will never catch up. Their hand are curled around each others hip bones. Never in public though. They look too similar for that now. Society has learned judgement and so they keep their caresses safe in the shadows.

Poseidon wanders the shore. He wears a plastic poncho and carries a bag of trash. His tears mix with the salt water. No one can tell the difference. A girl with hair that moves like serpents trails after him, retribution in her eyes.

Hades lies in bed, his wife curled around him. He smiles because people will always believe in death and finally, finally he has beaten his brothers at something.

Athena paces through college campuses, handing out pamphlets on architecture. She scoffs at professors who are simply going through the motions. She carries signs in her hands as she marches through the streets with the students, screaming about the newest problem. She laughs wild, these children, these fearless children are her people.

Hestia wants her family to come home. She waits in the doorway, arms outstretched and a smile like forgiveness waiting to embrace the siblings whom she knows will never return.

Demeter counts down the days until her daughter returns. She smiles when children cheer over the snow days she gives them. There was a time when she had a child like that.

Persephone kisses her husband and grins when people tremble. She is vengeful and wears flowers in her hair and she will make damn sure that the world will never forget her name.

Ares walks through the Middle East, picking his way around the ruins of an elementary school. He stopped understanding war a long time ago. This was not brave, this was not heroic. This was senseless.

Aphrodite narrows her eyes at boys in cars who yell obscene things. She’s long since stopped romanticizing love. She is gaunt and over worked but sometimes she sees a teenage girl handing her baby over to an older couple who had tried for years and she feels young again. Sometimes, she sees Ares from across the room as soldiers embrace their loved ones and they smile at each other. 

 Hephaestus limps through his shop, his hands are worn down, his back is still twisted but people don’t seem to notice anymore. He makes their furniture, their toys and trinkets and they thank him, they pay him.

 Hermes runs through the streets of New York, Tokyo, London. He is young in this time, young and beautiful and slipping between business men, his hands finding their way into their pockets. He never stops laughing. 

 Dionysus mixes Zeus his drinks. He watches his family grin and cry and get sick in the back room of the bar. He holds back their hair and hands them another drink before they even ask. He’s been here a long time. He’s seen them drunk more often then he’s seen them sober. He is watching them flicker out and fade. 

 The gods are dying. The gods are dead. The gods are us.

-L.D.