OKAY GUYS I HAVE A THEORY THAT IS GOING TO FREAKING KNOCK YOUR SOCKS OFF
Alright, so you all remember in A Court of Thorns and Roses/Mist and Fury where Rhysand, the High Lord of the Night Court’s powers to slip into your mind are described as a type of caressing against your mind? It’s stated so many times that I don’t even need to quote it, you all know what I’m talking about.
I’m rereading Heir of Fire, and I found THIS:
“The owl rustled its wings, the wood groaning beneath its talons, and the darkness in Maeve’s eyes spread, reaching. There was a faint pulse in the air, a throbbing against her blood. A tapping, then a razor-sharp slicing against he rmind—as if Maeve were trying to cleave open her skull and peer inside. Pushing, teasing, tasting—
“Fighting to keep her breathing steady, Celaena positioned her hands within easy reach of her blades as she pushed back against the claws in her mind. Maeve let out a low laugh, and the pressure in her head ceased.”
~Heir of Fire, pages 56-57
(Sound like somebody?)
AND THEN THIS
“Rowan kept pace with her as she stalked to the small dais before the carved railing, and when they stopped, he dropped to his knees and bowed his head. “Majesty,” he murmured.
“Her aunt did not even glance at Rowan or bid him to rise. She left her nehew kneeling as she turned her violet, starry eyes to Celaena and gave her a spider’s smile.” ~Heir of Fire, page 501
Guys, I think…I think that maybe the Throne of Glass series and the A Court of Thorns and Roses series might seriously be related. One may be set in the future or in the past, or in a different Realm, or something! But this is not mere coincedence.
How is it that Maeve just so happens to have dark hair, violet eyes, mind-powers, and is older than dirt? I think she and Rhysand may be related. Distantly, but still related.
Whenever it poured like this, Max felt as if time was pausing. It was like a cease-fire during which you could stop whatever you were doing and just stand by a window for hours, watching the performance, an endless curtain of tears falling from heaven.
BUT GUYS, JUST IMAGINE IF ROWAN AND RHYS WERE TO MEET
Imagine if Rowan and Rhys were to meet
I bet you my entire library collection they’d go out and fly together; Rhys with his ginormous bat wings and Rowan in his hawk form.
And they wouldn’t talk at all, but they’d both understand that feeling of freedom that flying brings and how they’d be absolutely devastated to have it taken away from them.
And then they’d land on some ginormous mountain or ledge with their feet dangling dangerously off the sides and they’d just go on and on and on about how much of a handful the loves of their lives are. It would turn into a bit of a competition, both of them bringing up instances and sharing ridiculous stories about how much Aelin and Feyre can be pains in their asses.
And then they’d laugh, Rowan commenting on how seriously fucking whipped they are to these two women and how they’d do absolutely ANYTHING for.
“I am the dark lord, who stole away the bride of spring. I am a demon and a nightmare, and I will meet a bad end. He is the golden prince - the hero who will get to keep you as his reward for not dying of stupidity and arrogance.”