So, I had a whole post made up earlier. It was political. It was witty. It was heart wrenching. In essence, it was truly a masterpiece. And then my stupid computer froze on me and I had no choice but to force shut down the tab. Sooo, yeeeahhh…..
So instead of the entire rant I had going about how ignorant my own community is when it comes to women’s rights and what that actually entails, I think I will go into a more zen area for me. And by Zen, I mean passion. And by area, I mean universe.
The universe of books!!
I believe the first book series I want to write about is the Throne of Glass series.
I actually got the first book of the series for maybe $2.99 on iBooks. I was actually very reluctant to read it. Right after my son, my eldest, was born, there was a period of maybe two or three months where he would sleep like the dead. He never did the whole “wake up 15 times a night” thing. Once he went down, he was out for the night. So as a happy consequence of that, I had a lot of alone time to myself at night. My husband is a pipefitter and spends many, many months on the road, so alone time is not unheard of for me.
So anyway, I went through books like water. It was during this time that I discovered the Mortal Instruments books, “The Catastrophic Story of You and Me”, anything Anne Stuart, and also, Sarah J Maas.
When reading the very beginning of the first book (not the novellas, I found those much later), I was quite annoyed. This chick, man. She was cocky as hell, just so sure she could kill everyone around her, while shackled and malnourished. They were all armed. They manhandled her like a child, and SHE truly believed she had one over on them? Psh, please. I did NOT want to read yet another book with a protagonist who felt way more superior than they had any right to. I mean, that shit had to be earned, and she so has not deserved it. She had been captured for the love of gods!! What kind of badass would get captured and STILL think they’re a badass, unless they’re delusional or just plain stupid.
Then, oh and then. This goddamn yellow-tressed, mouthy as hell superstar Did Her Thang. She trained so hard she puked. Daily. She sparred with men three times her size and she walked away laughing, even if inside she was in so much pain she could barely breathe. She flitted around so much and in such an intelligent way that the damn King’s son, the damn Prince of Ardalon, trusts her to roam around and spend free time with him. In fact he requests it, much to the chagrin of his bestie and PIC Chaol. And oh, Chaol. Just as transparent as damn cellophane. And sometimes just as bright. But loyalty, thy name is Chaol, because through every twist and turn and strange occurrence, Chaol is as loyal as a Labrador.
So she wins this competition, right? The King, whom it is later reveled is the reason our great warrior princess is an orphan, needs a “Champion”. The reasons for this is sketchy at best, but Celeana needs to stay free from the camp she was just bounced from, by none other than the Prince. It was a big loud, FUCK YOU to his daddy. Celeana Sardothian. The Ardalon Assassin. Known far and wide for getting the mark and keeping it clean. No one even knew she was a girl. They all assumed she was a boy.
So in the midst of this very fucked up competition, so many secrets are reveled and even more are hinted at. AT this point, we don’t know who we can trust, who we can love and if most of the people involved even know what the actual fuck is going on. It turns out, they don’t. Not one of them knows anything. There’s foreign princesses and some creature called a Vlag and dead royalty coming back to pave the path for the future and FOR THE LOVE OF GOD CELEANA SARDOTHIAN IS FAE AND QUEEN OF A GODDAMN KINGDOM!
Then, then, then,….we meet Rowan. Celeana is hurt. She has been betrayed. She is so fucking fragile she can’t even breathe without feeling like she is going to break. In comes this massive, gorgeous, dangerous as hell Fae warrior. He’s so lethal and edgy and angry and just, empty. He’s been through some shit and her shit ain’t mixing right with his. They clash more than polka dots and stripes. They are mixing like oil and water, or quite possibly like fire and ice. Their elements they control are on total ends of the spectrum and it shows in the way they interact. Except….nope. Except, maybe…..nope. Oh, look, now they are punching each other. Oh, shit, he just bit her! Wait, did he say he wouldn’t have if he thought she really was taken by another male? Was that just a lesson in Fae customs, or had he actually been thinking about her relationship status?
Then comes more snark, and Chaol’s world crumbles further because he JUST CANT PICK A DAMN SIDE, and Dorian, our wonderful Prince hiding a magical power of ice, becomes inthralled by a Vlag . And then there’s a damn Crochen witch that we readers just look at like, “Who duh fuck is this? What the hell is she doing in this story? Oh, she’s just here to be yet more evil in a hopeless situation. Cool, got it”
BUT WAIT, THERE’S MORE! This damn witch then starts pulling on our heartstrings! She’s all, “Blood and virgins! Blood of the innocent! We are all about pain and sex, blah blah blah” Then suddenly she’s like, “Wait, that’s a poor defenseless creature, about to be killed by my giant creature I chose as my own warrior steed because he strutted like a damn peacock. Oh hell’s bells the smaller creature saved my life, so I must save it! Aaaaand now the tiny bait creature is mine as punishment and OH HOLY HELL IT’S SMELLING FLOWERS INSTEAD OF KILLING TO EAT”. The best bit is, we know from that point, she loves him, and he loves her. And for whatever reason, we like that for this bloodthirsty little witch.
Wait, what have we here. Celeana and Rowan….working together? Yeah it lasts for a whole minute, but it was there! It happened! We saw it!!!
So if you’ve made it this far and still know what I’m talking about, you’ve obviously already read the books. If you haven’t, you really should.
I want to take a minute to discuss this whole “Mate” situation. I cannot be the only one who thought from the beginning that Celeana and Rowan were mates. I didn’t know how, I didn’t know if it would ever come to fruition, but I just knew they had to be. Maybe Mala granted it, or maybe because she was from such a strong family line on both sides it would overcome the first “mating”. It was obvious they would be carramon. But with carramon, they just have to be mates, too, right? That makes the most sense!
Of course later we learn about that bitch Maeve and how she tampered with the mating bond on all involved, including the poor innocent girl that was killed simply because she was in the wrong spot at the wrong time. Our hearts break with Rowan as he constantly fights with himself and basically self-flagellates because he thinks he is betraying the love of his soul, only to find out she was never the one for him. It was always going to be the Queen, and though he knew he was just Maeves pawn, this took it to a whole new level when she paired him specifically with Celeana. But just for a moment, let’s talk about the absolute power it took to break and create a new bond like that. That bitch is a hideous monster, but we keep hearing about how old she is and how she uses these others that are bonded to her to do her dirty work. WE think of something like that as lazy, getting complacent, not as powerful as they once were, getting old and frailer. But I mean, this bitch tampered with universal powers. It terrifying to think of what’s to come. What will happen once she gets Aelin to her home base, locked in a box full of iron. Our only hope is that Maeve underestimates the power of the true bond, the carramon, and all around real love that Rowan and Aelin share. As well as the power of familial bonds, friendship bonds…..it’s all coming to a head and I just don’t think Maeve stayed in touch with the rest of the world to know what she really is up against. She’s so use to controlling and manipulating that once the realm of the known for her is gone, she’s going to have to rely on nothing but her power and the few she has left bonded to her. She doesn’t remember what having real family is like, what mate bonds are like. To her it’s all so superficial and nothing to fear. But really, it’s what everyone should fear messing with. And I for one cannot wait to watch Maeve fail. That bitch got to go. Oh, and the Vlag, too, of course.