Me to my future children: Feyre, Rhysand, Aelin, Rowan, Dorian, Chaol, Cassian, Elain, Elide, Manon, Azriel, Mor, Nesta, Lysandra, Sam, Nehemia, Lorcan, Fenrys, Gavriel, Lucien, and Aedion it’s time you all learned where your names came from.
Me: *After reading both series, closes TOG7, barely finishing through all my tears*
Me: *Comforts Sam who is crying about his own death. Everyone ends up sobbing together over his death.*
Future husband: *walks in, looks at books on table, begins crying with everyone*
If this doesn’t happen my life is a disappointment
I kept thinking about how you might never know that I missed you with only an ocean between us. But if it was death separating us … I would find you. I don’t care how many rules it would break. Even if I had to get all three keys myself and open a gate, I would find you again.
I don’t want Chaol to suddenly have his legs healed. I want this to be part of his character development. I want him to stay paralysed and learn that is does not make him a lesser or someone who is no longer worthy. I want Chaol to learn how to ask for what he what’s when it comes to bedding Nesryn. Learn the art of talking and patience. I want him to learn how to keep his head high when others stare. I want him to become happy with what he has.
I think, if he gets his legs fixed, if he becomes ‘healed,’ it will be a terrible thing. Because, I think it is a step too far. I think if he were miraculously healed it would lessen his story to something pointless.
I think Chaol should learn to grow, by learning how to accept, not being able to walk, does not mean his life is over.