This one hurt me. Yeah, the last three hurt me too but this one really did something to my brain and being. After I finished it and went to sleep, I dreamt about it. Then I woke up the next morning and it was the first thing I thought about. The entire day was me simply mourning and being very depressed.

However, the book was amazing. After all the chaos, we slowed down and had a few pages to rebuild and see what the characters’ lives looked like after the war. I appreciated that because I hate nothing more than a book that ends abruptly after hopscotching on my emotions.

I honestly don’t know what to say. The finale was as epic as I expected it to be.  This was a five-star series. My body was bow-string tight every time I opened the book and I was shaking the entire time. I can't tell you the number of times I screamed and stared up at the heavens. There were so many twists, some predictability that I still wasn’t ready for, and I closed the book with a weirdly satisfying hole in my soul. I also closed the book thinking I wanted to start Heir, but I think it’s best for me to wait until the second book comes out.