Daily Elriel Moments.

I only post canon.

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Elain is not toxic for following her heart and wanting to be with Azriel instead of the man she was FORCIBLY thrown at to be with who she doesn’t want.

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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.

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Okay, I’m seeing a lot of people not understanding that ACOTAR 6,7 and 8 are one book so I’m going to try and explain it.

Imagine you are a writer and you have this really great storyline going on where there is a lot happening. You have a villian (Koschei) who is still at large. You have the human queens who the Inner Circle have been keeping tabs on and who are up to no good as well. You have an ill fated mating bond as another obstacle and then of course you have a Seer who can not only predict things and see things and spy (wink) but who also holds so much power that not even SHE knows all that she is able to do yet.

Now, you’re writing this book with all of these plots (and more) and you cannot fit everything into a single binding. What do you do? Do you forget the story all together that you have worked so hard to create or do you section it into different parts in order to tell the story that needs to be told?

ACOSF had four parts just as ACOTAR 6,7 and 8 have four parts. ACOTAR 6 is part one. ACOTAR 7 is most likely part 2 and 3 and ACOTAR 8 will be the fourth and final part of the story. There is the beginning, the long middle and finally the end.

ACOTAR 6 is not a novella. It cannot even be considered one because of the amount of pages going over 300. There’s your part one. First section.

ACOTAR 7 is longer with it’s well over 500 pages. That’s your part 2 and 3. Second section.

ACOTAR 8 will be your part four. Your last section.

As the author has stated, it is one book. The only issue was that all the sections (all the pages) could not have been binded into one physical book. So they had to make it three. 💙🩷

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Azriel, still limping, merely nudged aside Cassian and extended another option.

“This is Truth-Teller,” he told her softly. “I won’t be using it today—so I want you to.”

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From the shadows near the entrance to the tent, 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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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.

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I couldn’t tell if she was looking at his blue siphon or at his scarred skin beneath as she breathed. “Beautiful.”

Color bloomed high on Azriel’s golden-brown cheeks, but he inclined his head in thanks and led my sister toward the back doors into the garden, sunlight bathing them.

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Well.

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Elain said, “It’s all very disorienting.”

“I can imagine,” Azriel said. Cassian flashed him a glare. But Azriel’s attention was on my sister.

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There was a tiny box left on the table by the window—a box that Mor lifted, squinted at the name tag, and said, “Az, this one’s for you.”

The shadowsinger’s brows lifted, but his scarred hand extended to take the present.

Elain turned from where she’d been speaking to Nesta. “Oh, that’s from me.”

Azriel’s face didn’t so much as shift at the words. Not even a smile as he opened the present and revealed—

“I had Madja make it for me,” Elain explained. Azriel’s brows narrowed at the mention of the family’s preferred healer. “It’s a powder to mix in with any drink.”

Silence.

Elain bit her lip and then smiled sheepishly. “It’s for “the headaches everyone always gives you. Since you rub your temples so often.”

Silence again.

Then Azriel tipped his head back and laughed.

I’d never heard such a sound, deep and joyous. Cassian and Rhys joined him, the former grabbing the glass bottle from Azriel’s hand and examining it. “Brilliant,” Cassian said.

Elain smiled again, ducking her head.

Azriel mastered himself enough to say, “Thank you.” I’d never seen his hazel eyes so bright, the hues of green amid the brown and gray like veins of emerald. “This will be invaluable.”

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In silence, we worked, then set about filling the platters with the food Nuala and Cerridwen signaled was ready, their shadows veiling them more than usual. To grant us some sense of privacy. I threw them a look of gratitude, but they both shook their heads. No thanks necessary. They’d spent more time with Elain than even I had. They understood her moods, what she sometimes needed.

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A different kind of strength.

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Az ran a thumb down Truth-Teller’s black hilt, the silver runes on the dark scabbard shimmering in the light. “What about the human queens?”

“We continue to watch. You continue to watch.”

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Elain stepped out of a shadow behind him, and rammed Truth-Teller to the hilt through the back of the king’s neck as she snarled in his ear, “Don’t you touch my sister.”

The Cauldron purred in Elain’s presence as the King of Hybern slumped to his knees, clawing at the knife jutting through his throat. Elain backed away a step.

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Elain looked up at Azriel, their eyes meeting, his hand still lingering on the hilt of the blade.

I saw the painting in my mind: the lovely fawn, blooming spring vibrant behind her. Standing before Death, shadows and terrors lurking over his shoulder. Light and dark, the space between their bodies a blend of the two. The only bridge of connection … that knife.

Paint that when we get home.

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Life and death and rebirth

Sun and moon and dark

Rot and bloom and bones

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