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Onyx Storm
by Rebecca Yarros
My Rating: ⭐⭐⭐⭐
We Have:
✅ MF Fantasy Romance
✅ Dragon Bonds That Hurt Like Hell
✅ The World Falling Apart in Layers
✅ Riders, Rebels, and Wrenched-Out Hearts
✅ Theories on theories on theories
✅ And a book hangover that hits like a battering ram
I cried through the last 20% of this book. And I don’t mean, like, a few tears—I mean full-on emotional breakdown, nose-stuffing, blurry-pages, can’t-breathe crying. I’m not okay.
Rebecca Yarros took a torch to everything I held dear. There is a moment (you’ll know it when it hits you) that made my soul shatter. And just when I thought the grief had peaked—nope. Another twist. Another loss. Another blow. This woman has no chill.
There’s a death in the arena that wrecked me. And then dinner happens—and you think, “Surely, she won’t go further than this.” WRONG. That dinner scene had me slack-jawed, heart racing, screaming into the void.
And then there’s Cat. Watching her break broke me.
I was CONVINCED Andarna was going to leave permanently. Her departure felt like setup for something huge, and I don’t trust how easily she came back. The iridescent dragons? Useless. Absent. And I’m furious.
I’m spiraling with theories—no spoilers, but:
I don’t trust certain allies. At all.
I think a major sacrifice is coming.
I think Xaden can be saved—but not without a devastating cost.
I’m terrified Tairn is going to die. I don’t think he’s just “tired.” I think something is happening behind the scenes—something final. Something ancient. And I’m not ready.
This book isn’t just a continuation—it’s a detonation. I’m in awe of the complexity, the rawness, the sheer cruelty of how well this is written. I’ve never felt more wrecked, and I’ve never loved a fantasy series harder.
Rebecca Yarros: you have absolutely ruined me. And I’ll be first in line for the next one.
This is cruel. This is cruel, and I won’t stand for it.
We Have:
✅ MF Fantasy Romance
✅ Dragon Bonds That Hurt Like Hell
✅ The World Falling Apart in Layers
✅ Riders, Rebels, and Wrenched-Out Hearts
✅ Theories on theories on theories
✅ And a book hangover that hits like a battering ram
I cried through the last 20% of this book. And I don’t mean, like, a few tears—I mean full-on emotional breakdown, nose-stuffing, blurry-pages, can’t-breathe crying. I’m not okay.
Rebecca Yarros took a torch to everything I held dear. There is a moment (you’ll know it when it hits you) that made my soul shatter. And just when I thought the grief had peaked—nope. Another twist. Another loss. Another blow. This woman has no chill.
There’s a death in the arena that wrecked me. And then dinner happens—and you think, “Surely, she won’t go further than this.” WRONG. That dinner scene had me slack-jawed, heart racing, screaming into the void.
And then there’s Cat. Watching her break broke me.
I was CONVINCED Andarna was going to leave permanently. Her departure felt like setup for something huge, and I don’t trust how easily she came back. The iridescent dragons? Useless. Absent. And I’m furious.
I’m spiraling with theories—no spoilers, but:
I don’t trust certain allies. At all.
I think a major sacrifice is coming.
I think Xaden can be saved—but not without a devastating cost.
I’m terrified Tairn is going to die. I don’t think he’s just “tired.” I think something is happening behind the scenes—something final. Something ancient. And I’m not ready.
This book isn’t just a continuation—it’s a detonation. I’m in awe of the complexity, the rawness, the sheer cruelty of how well this is written. I’ve never felt more wrecked, and I’ve never loved a fantasy series harder.
Rebecca Yarros: you have absolutely ruined me. And I’ll be first in line for the next one.
This is cruel. This is cruel, and I won’t stand for it.