PSA: No Name Is Impossible To Pronounce. No Name Is Too Hard To Learn, No Name Is Justifiably Butchered.

PSA: no name is impossible to pronounce. no name is too hard to learn, no name is justifiably butchered. kids with 'different' names should be taught again and again that being called by their name is a right, not a privilege

Happy new year lads

Lucien Vanserra grew up in an abusive environment and had no idea what it was like to be truly appreciated. Tamlin probably treated him better than his brothers/family and that’s why, despite the fact that he wasn’t very well treated (he’s basically Tamlin’s bitch and never gets appreciation?), he probably stayed with Tamlin? Because it was better and he thought it was as good as it would get and as good as he deserved. It’s also why he’s so friggin surprised about Rhys and Feyre’s court. It’s not just because Rhys isn’t the bad guy after all, it’s because everyone’s treated with respect.

Last Hours character portraits by Charlie Bowater, so far: James, Anna, Matthew, Cordelia. Next up: Thomas!

Cassian as a royal Illyrian prince.

Cassian as a royal Illyrian prince.

Here is my wonderful and brilliant theory that Cassian is not a low-born Illyrian – he is the prince of one of the noble houses of Illyria.

Firstly, the Bone Carver calls him as Prince of Bastards. Is it just a figure of speech, ambiguous and abstract phrase and nothing more behind the scenes? Seems that all these ancient creatures prefer to speak frankly with their visitors.

“What did you wake that day in Hybern, Prince of Bastards?”

Secondly, Azriel and Cassian wear Siphons, which concentrate and focus the killing power in battle, and only princes from noble houses and ancient clans were honored to wear Siphons. Magic possessed only by the most powerful, pure-bred warriors. Azriel is also a bastard as well as Cassian, however, it is stated that his father was one of the local lords – he is an offspring of the noble family.

“We love our people, and our traditions, but they dwell in clans and camps deep in the mountains of the North, and do not like outsiders. Especially High Fae who try to tell them what to do. But they’re just as obsessed with lineage and have their own princes and lords among them. Az,” he said, pointing a thumb in his direction, his red Siphon catching the light, “was the bastard of one of the local lords. And if you think the bastard son of a lord is hated, then you can’t imagine how hated the bastard is of a war-camp laundress and a warrior she couldn’t or wouldn’t remember.”

“He tapped his crimson Siphon with a finger. “A bastard Illyrian had never received one of these. Ever. For Az and me to both be appointed them, albeit begrudgingly, had every warrior in every camp across those mountains sizing us up. Only pure-blood pricks get Siphons—born and bred for the killing power. It still keeps them up at night, puzzling over where the hell we got it from.”

Thirdly, let’s call it as a smart move in the plot of the whole series. Cassian has a fantastic foundation as a low-born bastard on an unknown warrior, he still knows nothing about his mother or his roots and how she was killed.

And fourthly, he is called as Enalius among Illyrian soldiers. Enalius is a warrior-god and the first Illyrian.

“Nesta listened to the low-level Illyrian soldiers whispering about how Cassian had thrown that spear, how he’d cut down soldiers like stalks of wheat, how he’d fought like Enalius”.

Come on, if Nesta is going to become a Queen, she needs to have her own King.

Friendly reminder

Aelin isn’t just some strong headed “hope this will work and if not: fire and explosions” bull in a china shop.