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PART ONE CHAPTER ONE THE HOUSE OF THE BONE WITCH “Oy, ice-boy! You sure you know where you're going?” I ignored Robin Author: Kagawa Julie . The Iron Fey has 34 entries in the series. Julie Kagawa Author () () . cover image of The Iron Fey Series Volume 2/The Iron Knight/Iron's Prophecy. the iron knight fey pdf the iron knight fey 4 julie kagawa A fairy (also fata, fay, fey, fae, fair folk; from faery, faerie, "realm of the fays") is a type of mythical being or.

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A chimera attacks the festival and the Winter court blames the Summer Court and leaves. Meghan decides to follow them because she believes that Mab has her little brother.

She is caught by Ash, who is sent to bring her to the Winter Court so that they will have some leverage over Oberon. However, she is soon taken by the great Iron Horse and is told by him that the Iron King has her little brother. Later, she is rescued by Ash who agrees to help her through the Iron realm if she will come peacefully with him to the Winter Court. She agrees, and Robin Goodfellow joins them but is injured and left behind to heal along the way.

Ash and Meghan soon develop an attraction to one another. She recovers her brother and brings him home. The book ends with Ash appearing to take her to the Winter Court.

The Iron Daughter[ edit ] Meghan's adventures continue with the second installment of the series. She starts out in the Winter Court where Ash pretends to have no relationship with her. She attempts to convince Queen Mab about the existence of the Iron Court but Mab does not believe her. Meghan must go retrieve the scepter and prevent a war between the Summer and Winter courts.

After Ash and Meghan find and return the scepter to the Winter Court, Ash declares his love for Meghan and is banished into exile. Meghan follows him, and she too is banished. The Iron Queen[ edit ] Meghan and Ash have been living in exile when they are given the opportunity to have their banishment lifted. All Meghan has to do is kill the new Iron King. I stood, taking a step back from the dead Iron knight.

Puck sheathed his dagger as he stepped up beside me, giving the Iron faery a dubious look. Should we head to the Iron Court? Or did you forget? You would perish long before you reached the Iron Queen.

Did you forget who you were talking to? Grimalkin yawned, but at least Puck looked faintly guilty.

But I would not sit back and do nothing. But, uh, you do know they took out a whole squad of Iron knights, right, ice-boy? On the banks of a lake, the slim, crooked tower with its mossy gargoyles and faded blue roof stood tall and proud, easily visible through the trees. At the base, sheltered among broken rocks and crumbling stones, several sidhe knights milled around a smoldering campfire, unaware of Puck and me, crouched in the shadows at the edge of the trees.

The knights wore suits of familiar black armor, long spines bristling from the shoulders like giant thorns. Though once sharp and proud, the faces beneath the helmets were now ravaged as though diseased; charred, melted f lesh, open sores and naked bone gleamed in the f lickering campfire.

Some of their noses had fallen off, others had only one good eye. The breeze shifted, and the stench of burned, rotting f lesh assaulted our senses, washing over us. Puck stif led a cough. I thought they were all killed in the last war. The Thornguards once belonged to my brother Rowan, his elite personal guard. When Rowan joined the Iron fey, the Thornguards followed him, believing his claims that they could become immune to iron.

They thought the Iron fey would destroy the Nevernever, and the only way to survive was to become like them. To prove their loyalty, they wore a ring of iron beneath their gauntlets, enduring the agony and the destruction it wreaked on their bodies, believing if they could survive the pain, they would be reborn.

The Thornguards had been misled, deceived, but they had still chosen to side with the Iron fey and Rowan in the recent war, which made them traitors to the courts of Faery. These few had gone even further, threatening Meghan and attempting to end her life. That made them my personal enemies, a very dangerous position, indeed. How do you want to do this, prince?

I could lure them away, one at a time. Puck sighed. Together, Puck and I walked down the bank to the tower, wrapped in a grim, killing silence. One sentry came at us, howling, but I blocked his sword, plunged my blade through his armor and stepped around him, leaving the guard to crumple in the dirt. By the time we reached the center of camp, six Thornguards were waiting for us, standing in formation with their weapons drawn. Puck and I approached calmly and stopped at the edge of the firelight.

For a moment, nobody moved. His eyes, a glazed, glassy blue, f licked back and forth between us. What a surprise to find you here. Before I kill you, I want to know why. The war is over. The Iron Realm is no longer a threat, and the courts are at peace. Why would you jeopardize that? Then, the thin mouth twisted into a sneer. Rowan is dead. The Iron King is dead. Where do we go now? We gave it our best shot, even made it as far as the throne room, but the little bitch was stronger then we realized.

We were driven back at the last minute. Did he tell you the secret of becoming like them? His sneer widened. How very touching. In the dim light, it was like gazing at a corpse. His stench washed over me, and I fought the urge to step back. This is what happens to our people in the Iron Realm. We thought we could be like them. Now look at us. Including their queen, and any sympathizers to the Iron Realm.

If we can start another war with the Iron fey, and their kingdom is destroyed for good, everything we endured will be worth it. Destroyed your weakness, as a Winter prince should have done.

Around him, the rest of the Thornguards did the same. Everything we believed in is dead. I raised my sword and drew glamour from the air, letting the cold power of Winter swirl within.

And I smiled. I parried one slash and swiped at another, leaping back to avoid a third. Behind me, Puck whooped in unrestrained glee, the clash of his daggers ringing in my ears as he danced around his opponents. They followed, savage and unrelenting. The Thornguards were formidable as a unit, using group tactics to threaten and harry, much like a pack of wolves. But that was their greatest failing as well.

Single them out, and they fell apart. Surrounded by a trio of Thornguards, I leaped back and f lung a hail of stinging ice shards into their midst, catching two guards in the deadly arc.

They f linched for a brief second, and the third leaped forward, alone, meeting my sword as it cut across his neck. The warrior frayed apart, black armor splitting open as dark brambles erupted from the spot where he died.

As with all fey, death returned him to the Nevernever, and he simply ceased to exist. I turned and stabbed the warrior through the chest as Puck hurled a dagger into another rushing me from behind. More brambles spread across the stones. Now there were only three Thornguards left. Remember that, ice-boy? Both warriors split apart, their weapons clanging against the rocks as they died. They struck with muffled thunks, and the Thornguard gasped, pitching forward. Staggering to his knees, he looked up as I stepped around to face him, his glassy blue eyes filled with pain and hate.

Get on with it. Unless you swear to me, on this spot, that you will abandon your quest to harm the Iron Queen, her subjects and her kingdom. Your little halfbreed queen? If you let me go, I will find my way back to the Iron Queen, and I will put a sword in her heart and laugh as they cut me down for it. Puck sighed as brambles erupted from the dead Thornguard, crooked fingers clawing at the sky. They had no reason to hide. Were the Thornguards that delusional?

They had only wanted what I did: Hoping to live in the Iron Realm. What are you thinking of? Puck started to protest, but I hurried on, unwilling to think about it any longer. I hoped he would be quiet, leave me in peace, but of course I had only a few moments of silence before he opened his mouth. A necklace? A mirror? So you do remember, after all! He grinned cheekily. Hey, whatever happened to that thing, anyway?

I seem to recall it was a really nice piece of work. And said nothing after that. Grimalkin was waiting for us atop a broken limb at the edge of the tree line, washing his paw with exaggerated nonchalance. Flicking his tail, the cat rose and sauntered along the splintered branch with no explanation.

Hopping lightly to an overhead limb, he vanished into the leaves without looking back, leaving Puck and me hurrying to catch up. Grimalkin took us through a glen where the trees slowly followed us until we looked back, freezing them in place, only to have them creep forward again when our backs were turned. We crossed a rolling, windy plain where herds of wild horses stared at us with cold intelligence, their furtive conversations blown away in the wind.

Because remembering Puck as something more than a rival only reminded me of my vow, the one spoken in a f lash of despair and rage, the one that had turned us into bitter enemies for years to come. As tradition dictated, twice a mortal year, the courts of Summer and Winter would meet to discuss politics, sign new treaties, and basically agree to play nice for another season.

Or at least to refrain from declaring all-out war on the other court. It bored me to tears, but as a Winter prince and the son of Queen Mab, my presence was required, and I had learned to dance the dance and be a good little court monkey. It was not yet twilight, and as such the Summer Court had not yet arrived.

As Mab disapproved of my locking myself in my room until Elysium began, I was in a dark corner of the courtyard, rereading a book from my collection of mortal authors and poets. If anyone asked, I was overseeing the arrival of the last of the guests, but mostly I was avoiding Rowan and the current f lock of nobles who would surround me with coy, f lattering, razor-sharp smiles.

Their voices would be the softest purr, the sweetest song, as they offered me favors covered in honey and nectar but with a core of vilest poison. I was a prince, after all, the youngest and most favored of Mab, at least according to some. I suppose the common belief was that I was more naive, easier to trap, perhaps. But I was a true son of Winter, and knew the twisted steps of court better than most.

And those who sought to entrap me in a web of honey and favors soon found themselves tangled in their own dark promises.

I knew the dance. Most of them I knew, or had seen before. The Lady Snowfire, dressed in a gown of sparkling icicles that chimed musically as she walked. The new duke of Frostfell—having disposed of the old duke by getting him exiled to the mortal realm—glided through the snow trailed by his goblin slaves. The Baroness of the Icebound Heart gave me a chilly nod as she strode past, her two snow leopards hissing and snarling at the ends of their silver chains.

And then, she walked in. None could argue her beauty: But, all of our kind are, if not very attractive, at least striking in some way. Being surrounded by beauty tends to dull your appreciation of it, especially if the beauty only hides the cruelty beneath. The nobles could sense emotion like a shark smelled blood; they would devour her before the day was out.

A part of me told me not to care, that it was everyone for themselves in the Winter Court, and that was how it always had been. That this girl, new and untried, would take the attention off me for once. Despite that voice, I found myself intrigued. Snapping shut the book, I started toward her. She was turning in slow circles when I walked up, and jumped when we came face-to-face.

Admitting you were lost was a grave mistake in the Winter Court; you never wanted to be caught unaware by anyone. It annoyed me a bit that the first thing I fell back on was checking for weakness, poking at chinks in her armor. But in the Unseelie Court, you could never be too careful. She blinked at the question and took a step back, seeming to see me for the first time.

Clear, blue-green eyes rose to meet my gaze, and I made the mistake of looking right at her. Her gaze captured mine, drawing me in, and I was suddenly drowning. Flecks of silver dotted her irises like tiny stars, as if I was staring at a whole universe in her eyes. Brilliant emotion gazed out at me, pure and clean and untainted by the darkness of the Unseelie Court.

For a moment, we just stared at each other, neither willing to look away. Until I realized what I was doing and turned, pretending to watch another carriage pull up to the gates, furious with myself for dropping my guard. For a brief moment, I wondered if that had been her ploy all along—pretend to be naive and innocent, and lure unsuspecting princes right into her clutches. Unorthodox, but effective. Fortunately, it seemed the girl was just as shaken as I was.

He is indisposed at the moment and sends his apologies for not being able to attend. Apparently, the duke had run into some trouble while hunting ice wyrms in the mountains of his territory. The court had been abuzz with who would come to represent him, as he was rumored to have only one daughter, who never left the estate. So, this was she. Ariella smiled again, nervously brushing her hair back, and instantly lost her regal bearing. This girl needed an escort, someone to show her the ways of Winter, otherwise the nobles were going to chew her up and spit her out.

If anyone wanted to toy with Ariella Tularyn, they would have to go through me first. And I was no wide-eyed newcomer when it came to the Unseelie Court. I took secret hunting trips to the Glassbarrow Mountains, enticing her away. Duke Glassbarrow was livid, but I was the Winter prince, and he eventually buckled under the threat of banishment or death. Rumors f lew, of course. As part of the royal family, my life was under constant scrutiny, even when there was nothing interesting about it.

Prince Ash was obsessed, Prince Ash had found a new plaything and, worst of all, Prince Ash was in love. When I was with Ariella, I could forget the court, my responsibilities, everything. Was I in love? Love was such an unknown concept, something that everyone cautioned against. Love was for mortals and weak Summer fey, it had no place in the life of an Unseelie prince.

None of this swayed me. All I knew was, when we were together, I could leave behind the intrigues and pitfalls of court and just be.

It was high summer when the last person I wanted to find out about us did so anyway. Ariella and I hunted often. It was a chance to get away from the court and be alone together, without the whispers and the stares and the snide, pitying looks.

She was an excellent huntress, and our outings usually turned into friendly competitions, seeing whose arrow could drop our quarry first. I lost as often as I won, which filled me with an odd sort of pride. I knew my skill was considerable; that Ariella could match it brought some excitement back into the hunt and forced me to concentrate. We stood on the banks of a clear green pond, my arms around her waist and her head leaning against my chest, watching two piskies tease an enormous carp by darting close to the surface, then zipping away as the fish lunged for them.

It was getting late, but we were loath to go back to court; Winter fey tended to be restless and irritable during the summer months, which led to a great amount of squabbling and backbiting. Here in the wyldwood, it was still and quiet, and only the most desperate or savage of wild fey would consider taking on two powerful Unseelie. Abruptly, the peaceful silence was interrupted. Or him, of course. Nothing was sacred to him.

Ariella jerked in surprise. Groaning, I buried my face in her hair. The Puck? I swear, I thought those caves were empty. Did the giant carpet of bones not tip you off? Traveled together? We will both readily admit that. Puck and I have been known to…bend the rules a little.

Not always, and not often. Ariella was still Unseelie, brought up to hate Summer and everything in it. I sighed inwardly. I was a prince of the Unseelie Court.

I would always side with my court and kith, there was no question in my mind. If it came down to that choice, I would turn my back on Puck, turn my back on our years of camaraderie, and choose Winter. Ariella stared at us, and I waited to see what she would do, how she would react.

Finally she broke into a teasing smile. I could keep the best of both worlds without sacrificing either. Oy, ice-boy! Furball suggests we look for shelter, since this area has a reputation for f lash f loods. According to him, we should reach the seer sometime tomorrow. Puck followed easily, continuing to talk.

A sleeping giant sensing change in the air, like a forgotten heartbeat, faint but still alive, beginning to resurface. The part of me that was pure Unseelie, pure hate and darkness and bloodlust. I lost myself to it once, the day Ariella died. I became something consumed by rage, filled with a black hatred that turned me against my closest friend.

I could feel it in me now, an old madness, an ancient darkness rising to the surface, filling me with anger. And hate.

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Wounds that had never really closed, tearing open again, seeping poison into my heart. It disturbed me, and I shoved it down, back into the blackness it had come from. But I could still feel it, pulsing and bubbling just below the surface. Directed solely at Puck, who was, of course, still talking. The whole brooding thing is really overrated. So, come on, out with it.

The irreverent smirk vanished, and his eyes became hard as stone. We stared at each other, inches apart, while the wind picked up and howled around us, stirring up a cyclone of leaves and dust.

I swore to her I would. Or the oath? Lightning f lashed through the trees again, and thunder growled an answer. At the bottom of the slope, Grimalkin sat on a stump, tail curled over his feet, watching us with unblinking golden eyes. We found a cave, or rather, an annoyed, impatient Grimalkin led us to a cave, seconds before the sky opened up and the rain poured down.

As the light rapidly disappeared, I left Puck poking the fire and retreated to a dark corner. Sitting with my back against the wall, I pulled one knee to my chest and glowered into the distant f lames.

The f lames cast a burning orange halo around the cat. I told you before, you and Goodfellow have no idea what lies ahead. The anger. The darkness. A sudden hiss from the campfire showed Puck hanging a skinned rabbit over the f lames.

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Yawning, he stretched languidly, raking his claws over the stones, and trotted off to oversee dinner preparations. Outside, the storm howled and raged, bending trees and blowing rain at a sharp angle across the mouth of the cave. The fire crackled cheerfully, licking at the rabbit carcass, and the smell of roasted meat began to fill the chamber. I rose and wandered to the cave mouth, gazing out at the storm.

Wind tugged at me, spattering my face with raindrops. Beyond the lip of the cavern, rain skittered over the ground in waves, like silver curtains tossed by the wind.

Something was out there. Watching us. He acted perfectly normal, as if the words between us earlier that day had never happened.

We stared at each other by the mouth of the cave, the storm whipping at us and making the campfire f licker. Puck sighed, leaning against the wall and crossing his arms. Two days ago, you were fine. We were f ine. I could feel the darkness in me rising again, despite my attempts to freeze it out. Maybe not tomorrow. But soon. Our past is catching up to us, Goodfellow, and this feud has gone on long enough.

But at least Puck would be there for her if I failed. It would be better for both of us if you were gone. Well, you sure know how to make a guy feel wanted, prince. Pushing himself off the wall, he took a step forward, never looking away. And I can be just as stubborn as you. Puck and I glared at each other until we were interrupted by a loud pop from the campfire. Breaking eye contact at last, Puck glanced over his shoulder and let out a yelp.

Grimalkin, you sneaky, gray…pig! I smiled to myself and turned back to the rain. The violence of the storm had not abated, nor had my feeling of being watched, though continued searches of the trees and shadows yielded nothing. I stood, looking out, until the wind finally died down and the rain slowed to a drizzle.

All through the night, I stood there, waiting. But whatever was watching me from its mysterious location never made itself known. Sounds were absorbed into the surrounding white, and it was impossible to see more than ten feet ahead. We left the cave, following a smug Grimalkin into the wall of mist. The world looked different from the night before, hidden and lurking, the trees dark, crooked skeletons in the mist.

No birds sang, no insects buzzed, no small creatures scurried through the undergrowth. Nothing moved or seemed to breathe. Even Puck was affected by the somber mood and offered little conversation as we glided through this still, muffled world.

The feeling of being watched had not dissipated even now, and was making me increasingly uncomfortable. Even more disturbing, I had the sense that something was following us, tracking us through the silent forest.

I scanned the surrounding trees, the shadows and the undergrowth, watching, listening for something that seemed out of place. But I could see nothing. The fog stubbornly refused to lift, and the farther we pushed into the quiet wood, the stronger the feeling became.

Finally, I stopped, turning to gaze behind us. Mist crept over the ground and spilled onto the tiny forest path we were following, and through the blanket of white, I could sense something drawing closer. The storm slowed it down a bit, but it is coming fast now. I suggest we hurry if we do not wish to meet it. And we do not, trust me. Now come, we are wasting time. I resisted the urge to glance continuously over my shoulder, half expecting the mist to part as whatever was following us lunged onto the path.

I hated being hunted, being tracked by some unseen, unknown monster, but Grimalkin seemed determined to outpace it, and if I paused I could lose the cat in the fog. Somewhere behind us, a f lock of crows took to the air with frantic cries, piercingly loud in the silence. Skeletal trees loomed out of the water, their expanding web of roots looking like pale snakes in the murk. Small, mossy islands rose from beneath the lake, and rope bridges spanned the gulf between them, some sagging low enough to nearly touch the surface.

He paused to glance back at us, waving his tail. Hurry up. Grimalkin f lattened his ears and started across the bridge. Puck and I followed. Puck and I had systematically cut through each of the bridge ropes after every crossing, so whatever was following us would have to swim.

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Hopefully, that would slow it down a bit, but it also meant that we had burned our bridges, so to speak, if we wanted to return the same way. A tiny village lay in the mud at the edge of the river, thatch and peat roofs covering primitive huts built into an embankment, peeking out between the roots of enormous trees.

Spears lay in the mud, some broken, and the roofs of several huts had been torn off. Silence hung thick over the village, the mist creeping up from the lake to smother what was left of the hamlet. Puck looked back and grimaced. And he disappeared. I whirled back, lunging forward as Puck hopped onto the hill, pulling himself up by a twisted root.

With a yelp, Puck stumbled, f lailing wildly as the grassy mound shifted and lurched and started to rise out of the mud. Puck dove forward, landing with a splat in the mud, and the hill stood up, unfolding long, claw-tipped arms and thick, stumpy legs. It turned, twenty feet of muddy green swamp troll, moss and vegetation growing from its broad back, blending perfectly with the landscape. Dank green hair hung from its scalp, and its beady red eyes scanned the ground in confusion.

It swiped a talon at him and he ducked, running under its enormous bulk, darting between the tree-stump legs. The troll roared and started to turn, and I f lung a hail of ice daggers at it, sticking it in the shoulder and face.

It bellowed and lurched toward me, making the ground shake as it charged. I dodged, rolling out of the way as the troll hit the embankment and ripped a huge gash through the huts, tearing them open. As the troll pulled back, I lunged at it, swiping at its thick arms, cutting a deep gash through the barklike skin.

It howled, more in anger than pain, and whirled on me. There was movement on its broad shoulders, and Puck appeared, clinging to its back, a huge grin splitting his face. The creature roared, a shrill, painful wail, and clawed desperately at its back.

It screeched again, slapping and tearing, and Puck scrambled away. It staggered, falling to its knees and with a deep groan, toppled into the mud as I ducked out of the way. Puck sprang off its shoulders as it collapsed, rolled as he hit the ground and came to his feet, grinning, though he looked like some kind of mud monster himself.

Better than playing Stay on the Wild Pegasus. Can we do it again? Whatever is following us is still out there. You will have to do more then stick a sword in its chest if you wish to kill it for good. Puck winced. The swamp troll lumbered to its feet, its red eyes blazing and angry, fastened on us. Effortlessly, it reached out and wrapped one claw around the trunk of a pine tree, pulling it from the mud as easily as picking a dandelion. With blinding speed, it smashed the weapon toward us.

Puck and I leaped aside in opposite directions, and the tree struck the space between with an explosion of mud and water.

The trunk hit him and sent his body tumbling through the air, striking his head on another tree and slumping into the mud several yards away.

Redeyed, the troll turned back to me, stepping forward threateningly. I retreated until my back hit the wall of the embankment, and I tensed as the huge troll loomed over me, raising its club over its head and smashing it down like a battering ram.

Something big and dark lunged between us with a booming snarl, and a monstrous shaggy thing slammed into the troll, teeth f lashing. The troll screeched and stumbled back, its arm clamped in the jaws of an enormous black wolf the size of a grizzly bear, who growled and shook his head, digging his fangs in farther.

I caught my breath, recognizing the creature, knowing who it was, but there was no time to wonder why he was here. It began to stiffen, its skin turning gray and hard. I yanked my sword free and vaulted off its back as the troll curled up on itself, much like a giant insect or spider, and turned to stone.

In a few seconds, only a troll-shaped boulder sat in the mud at the edge of the village. There was a deep chuckle beside me. Not bad. A few yards away, the enormous wolf of legend stared at me, eyes glowing yellowgreen in the gloom, fangs bared in a vicious smile. Around and inside me, glamour f lared, cold and lethal, ready to be unleashed. This was possibly the most dangerous, ancient creature to ever walk the wilds of the Nevernever. His stories outnumbered all the myths and legends ever told, and his power grew with every telling, every dire warning and fable that whispered his name.

His legends were all born of fear; he was the consummate villain, the creature that old wives warned their children about, a monster that consumed little girls and butchered entire herds for no reason.

His brethren in the mortal world had suffered terribly for the fears that birthed him—they had been gunned down, trapped, and slaughtered wholesale—but each death reinforced those fears and made him more powerful than before. The immortal Big Bad Wolf. I was going to walk away from this. If it came down to a fight, I was determined to win this time, by any means necessary. I would not die here, on the banks of a gloomy lake, torn apart by the Big Bad Wolf.

I would survive this encounter and keep going. Meghan was waiting for me. The Wolf smiled. I kept my expression neutral, though an icy fist grabbed my stomach and twisted.

Not in surprise, or even fear, just the knowledge that, as she did with all her subjects, the Winter Queen had finally grown tired of me. Perhaps she was insulted by my refusal to return to court. And let's all give Julie's editor a big cheer for convincing Julie to write The Iron Knight and not leave that heartbreaking goodbye in The Iron Queen as the end like Julie initially intended. Yes, those parting words of Ash and Meghan in TIQ were tragic and all-sacrificing and made me cry, but oh, how I love my happily ever after instead.

View all 18 comments. Jan 29, Simona Bartolotta rated it it was ok Shelves: Some parts are just so tedious and useless. No more Meghan for a while. So, as I said, Ash was not that terrible. But then view spoiler [ Ariella hide spoiler ] joined the gang, because apparently Kagawa is completely incapable of writing a book without trotting out a love-triangle.

As if this were not enough, the explanation given for her return is totally plucked out of thin air , just because the author thinks that without all this useless, nauseating and gratuitous drama a story cannot be interesting, quite apart from the fact that she herself is contradictory in trying to give clarifications as to what actually happened: But then Grimalkin says this: Oh, screw it, I'm done with this nonsense.

My favorite is without doubt the second trial, when finally we get to see what a bastard Ash was in the first centuries of his life. It reminded me why I started this series in the first place, to see Faeries being mean, sly, sneaky and cunning.

Which, sadly for me, I didn't. Not at all. Had I known And some of Puck's jokes are really off-putting. Sometimes I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. In a nutshell, what I recommend you is to steer clear of this series. My overall rating considering the four books as a whole is 2. Besides, as I said, even without considering my personal feeling towards the characters and their attitudes, the series lacks of a solid structure and presents various logical inconsistencies.

I can find very little of good in it, maybe only the main concept, which had, in my opinion, a lot of potential. It just wasn't meant to be. View all 9 comments. Have you ever wanted to read a book so badly, and wanting it to be everything you hoped it would be, and then it turn out to met not only your expectations but went beyond anything you could imagine?

Well, that what's happened to me after reading The Iron Knight. I feel in love with this series right from the very first book. One after the other getting stronger and better. So when I heard the last and final book was on it's way I was excited to see how it would end and sad to see this beloved wo Have you ever wanted to read a book so badly, and wanting it to be everything you hoped it would be, and then it turn out to met not only your expectations but went beyond anything you could imagine?

So when I heard the last and final book was on it's way I was excited to see how it would end and sad to see this beloved world and it's characters go, but after reading the final book I was filled with such contentment and a satisfaction that rarely happens with books.

See I always, always want more, but the way Julie Kagawa wraps this up is pure perfection. I don't know how Kagawa does it really, but I'm always floored, amazed and in complete awe of this women imagination and creativity.

Really, how does she come up with this stuff? Her writing is like word-candy that I want to devour and savor at the exact same time. The world is so vivid, busting with energetic characters and adventure so colorful and fantastical that I want to climb in the pages, hide in a tree and just witness it firsthand.

The plots get thicker and richer with each book and just when I think that Julie can't outdo herself, she proves me wrong by throwing twists after remarkable twists, making her readers hang on every.

Amazing, amazing stuff! Through an absolutely soaring journey across the River of Dreams, and to the depths of the End of the World, while fighting constant evil surrounding their every step. Trials must be faced, old feuds met and a past filled with regrets and sorrow put to rest. But fear not, for Ash and Puck are accompanied with a couple of familiar characters and one other companion that we nevah saw coming. This was by far my favorite of the Iron Fey books. Not only did I simply adore the ending, I also loved that we finally got a glimpse of Ash and his very complex thoughts.

We learn the story of Ash and Ariella and get to see Ash and Puck on civil terms but not tongues mind you I adore the teamwork. They seem like such an unlikely pair cause of their heated history, but it felt as natural as breathing with these two. I laughed, I cried and I felt like a sentimental fool. I was pretty shocked with what Ash was attempting to do, as well as the incredible twist I never even thought could happen, but I forgot I was in Julie's world and anything pretty much goes.

But I think what I loved most was the challenges Ash had to face and how he dealt with each one. Illuminating the human spirit and recognizing it for what it's truly worth. I can go on forever praising this book but I think you get the picture. I loved it would never be enough. So all I'm gonna say is that for any fans of this epic series, this book is a must have to add to your collection.

I will miss Ash and Meghan, Puck and Grim and the countless adventures, but while their story ends here, another will begin in her Iron Fey Spinoff that stars Meghan's brother, Ethan, all grown up. It is greatly anticipated as well as anything else Julie writes. Her books are all a must-have in my eyes. Congrats to Julie Kagawa on the success of this exceptional series.

It will forever be treasured among my favorites! Special thanks to Netgalley and Harlequin teen View all 82 comments. Oct 31, Soumi rated it it was amazing Shelves: From this day forth, I vow to protect Meghan Chase, daughter of the Summer King, with my sword, my honor and my life.

Should even the world stand against her, my blade will be at her side. And should it fail to protect her, let my own life be forfeit. No book has ever made me cry like The Iron Knight. I cried when Ash attempted to end Puck life suppressed by ever burning rage of lost and pain, Puck stood still gazing directly into Ash with his bright green eyes confessing his love for Meghan, his pain, his loss, I cried when Ariella helped them in their quest sacrificing her love and life for Ash.

I felt empty when I finished this book, I felt something has gone from my life, something has ended. Julie Kagawa did a fantastic job, what a captivating, mesmerizing writing.

Julie Kagawa knows how to bring our imagination into pages, she took us into a memorable journey, showed us an unseen fey world. I felt myself as a part this team marching forward through the fairy territory to the end of the world in order fulfill the quest. From the River of Dreams, through the gauntlet and the Briar and the Deep Wyld, in order to stand before you today. I have but one request - to take my place at your side. To resume my duty as your knight, and to protect you and your kingdom for as long as I draw breath.

He is the dream guy of any girl. As we knew Ash has an icy cold barrier surrounding his heart which beats for Meghan, the only girl whose touch has melted the ice away. But in this book we also felt the warmth of his heart too, haunted by guilt, torn between past and present, we felt his nightmares, his pain, his love and fierce devotion for the one girl, we saw the true Ash who sometime can be vulnerable. Puck is as always dynamic, brought smile into my lips throughout the whole book.

In spite of his all attempts to hide his emotional distress I felt his pain of losing the one and only girl he has ever loved to the person he shared a cold enmity for centuries. I tried hard to refrain my tears each and every time I realized how much torture it is for Puck to wear a mask of fake smile while his is heart is burning in pain.

He never showed how much he felt guilty for bearing the death of Ariella on his conscience, we realized his grief of losing Arilla and his pain of losing his best friend. He fought off every obstacle, every danger shoulder in shoulder with Ash, without Puck, the story is incomplete. Turning Point Bringing Ariella back was the most surprising element of the story, she just made a big place in my heart. I sucked my breath, tried hard to hold back my tears to watch her to sacrifice herself so that Ash can be with his love.

She loved Ash soooo much, still she never let her love came into his way. How can I forget cute Grim, Awwwww, I love you. Without you Ash and Puck would be lost, You are the most wise, witty guide and loyal friend.

This book is a heart wrenching romantic fantasy novel, it took my breath away. Thank you very much Julie Kagawa for such a wonderful gift. This whole series will remain forever in core of my heart. As the final installment of Iron fey series, Ash must take an impossible journey to find his way back to Megan. Since as Winter Fey he cannot survive in the Iron Kingdom and being a human is his only choice but will it be that easy to be human or more gaining a soul?

Does he understand what that solution really means? Would he still want it if he did? For an amazing series I can say that this final book is almost perfect to its pure brilliance. Why almost? Anyway, except to that, The Iron Knight had everything I could have asked for, maybe more.

But did you think that you already see all of him in those three books? Being inside his head was so.

He isn't very chatty unlike Puck, and at first his thoughts are kind of dull and focus only at his mission. Gratefully, Puck and Grim was there plus the two new members of the gang to distract him and break his icy mind and have a party with Hitler.

Ok let see. LOL So overall this book is a feast. It has twice the number of adventures, twice the humor and twice remarkable compared to the previous books. The places they been and the quest of their journey leaves me enchanted and trap to its overwhelming brilliant imagination of Julie Kagawa. Her characters emotion strikes a chord within me. Especially the strings between Ash and Puck, their friendship is indisputable despite the tons differences they have.

Oh how much I love this book. Never get me bored, emotionally satisfying, and an epic adventure. And recommend it to those who want a new perception of fairy tale for them. I promise. Big thanks to netgalley of letting me read this book in advance. View all 7 comments. See my review of the entire series on my blog! This series is easily my most favorite series of all time.

And Ashallayn'darkmyr Tallyn is easily the best hero in all of YA fantasy. Just when I thought I couldn't love him more, I read this book. I realize now that love is an understatement for what I feel about Ash. There wasn't a single part of this book that disappointed me.

And the ending Thank you See my review of the entire series on my blog! Thank you Julie Kagawa for giving me the ending that I was desperately craving for. Five stars is barely enough for this book, as also for the rest of the books in this series. Actually, five stars is kind of an insult.

But I cannot wait for the spin-off, starring Ethan, Meghan's brother. So excited for that, I can't even tell you. Julie Kagawa? View all 53 comments. Those of you who've read it know all about the beautiful romance, the fierce battle and the bittersweet ending that ensued. I suspect many of her fans were unhappy with the way Kagawa wrapped things up. In fact, some were probably even outraged, but not me — I loved it.

A fourth book, written from Prince Ash's point of view, could only mean a different ending for him and Meghan. The Iron Knight is an adventure novel. Reaching the end of the Nevernever means almost certain death for them all, but Ash swore an oath that compels him to move forward. How very dramatic. I'm obviously not a huge fan of love triangles and I was very upset that Julie Kagawa felt the need to add another one to this story, no matter how well she resolved it in the end.

I also had some minor issues with the quest itself. To be honest, I found it a little boring at times and more suitable for year-old boys. BUT there were parts that were fabulous and compelling, and they evened things out a bit. Worldbuilding is the strong point of this book. This time, Kagawa removed her characters from the comfort of both Summer And Winter Courts and built for them a completely new and very creepy challenge called the Deep Wyld. If you thought Tir Na Nog was full of hidden dangers, wait till you read about a ferry sliding through the River of Dreams or, even worse, Phaed, a city where everyone seems to forget the purpose of their existence in just one night.

It is impossible to write more about their quest without including spoilers for the previous book. Despite my many problems with The Iron Knight, it was still extremely fun and I'm happy Kagawa decided to write it. I'm not so sure about the spin-off trilogy, though.

View all 14 comments. Feb 01, nico rated it it was amazing. I can only hope that this will put my heart at ease. After the iron queen, my heart felt shattered. I hope beyond hope that this ends up being ash and puck, their journey to find grim and hopefully mend the frayed fabric that was ash and meghan.

Apr 28, Mizuki rated it did not like it. Julie Kagawa herself revealed in the interview at the end of this book, that The Iron Knight was written because her editor convinced her Meghan and Ash should not be broken apart. Shame on you, editor. So what should Ms. Kagawa do in order to get Meghan and Ash back together? Let's do a checklist: Put Ash and everyone else to go to the End of the World There're a few more reasons why I think this book is awful, but I will mention them when I have time.

Let's get down to business, shall we? First, let me tell you I didn't care much about Ash throughout the first three books, still I at least did think he is a decent love interest in Book 3 Don't get me started with Book 1 and Book 2, I don't want to be reminded of Meghan's Too Stupid To Live, unreasonable lust with the mysterious ice prince however it all changed after I read The Iron Knight.

In The Iron Queen , Ash hinted to Meghan about his dark past, and in this Book 4, his part is revealed and oh, dear goodness it only shows me how much of a bastard he had been during his long immortal life! I know, Ms. Kagawa might probably want to use Ash's dark past and his quest for redemption as a plot device to give Ash more depth, to make him different from the other brooding, darkly handsome YA male love interests, but unluckily Ms.

Kagawa seems to go overboard on this part. I've read characters with dark past before, I've read characters redeeming themselves despite of their past wrongdoing. However, Ms. Supposedly Ash should go through three trials to proof himself and face his past mistakes, but in the end those trials are nothing , none of them is harsh nor torturous nor soul-shattering nor life-changing enough to prove Ash is indeed worthy of a soul.

Those ridiculous trials aside plus the story about view spoiler [how Ash's dead ex girlfriend is really not dead after all hide spoiler ] is just as ridiculous , Ash's backstory also makes one thing become clear: Although it's easy for me to understand why a TSTL little girl would fall in love with Ash, but on the other hand, what has Ash ever seen in Meghan anyway? What makes him love her so much? What makes Meghan different from the other love-sicked human girls he toyed with and then dumped without a second thought?

The only explanation I can think of is: Kagawa just To add insult to injury, Ash never has to pay any real price to gain a soul view spoiler [because conveniently enough his ex girlfriend paid the price for him hide spoiler ].

By the end of the book, it becomes clear that Ms. Kagawa created nothing but one plot convenience after another to make way for a Happy Ever After. The only problem is, does Ash deserve this HEA? Nap, in my opinion as TSTL as Meghan is, she still doesn't deserve to end up with a mass murderer who obviously has never really confessed to her about his past wrongdoing.

In my opinion, Ash should have been spending the next years to redeem himself before he can win back the right of being with anyone else. You know what, not every YA book needs to have a Happy Ever After, The Darkangel trilogy doesn't, and it's freaking awful to create one plot convenience after another to make way for your HEA! But stupid me, what am I thinking? This series is about wish-fulfilling and handsome boyfriends, just like most of the post-Twilight YA novels out there, it is not about realism, the art of storytelling and real redemption.

Silly me. View all 10 comments. You know that feeling you get when you finish the last book in a beloved series? Like a good friend just moved away? One minute I was laughing at Puck's jokes, the next I was dying inside because I felt so sorry for Ash.

Puck and Ash are my favorite characters in this series. I love, love, LOVE their best-friends-turned-enemies relationship. It developed perfectly throughout this book. It got to the part where I actually felt sad about the loss of their once good friendship.

And then you get to watch them grow closer again in this book. What really bugged me was the whole I-love-you-Ariella,-if-I-hadn't-made-that-promise-to-Meghan-I-don't-know-what-I'd-do thing.

Sorry, Ari. I'm biased here. But luckily, Ash eventually figured out that he wasn't in love with her anymore, so that ended well. After that the crying started. That's when I really began feeling sorry for Ash. And when I say I felt sorry for him, what I mean is that I wanted to pull him out of that horrible book where terrible things kept happening to him, and just hug him and give him some chocolate and tell him that everything would be ok.

And I just kept thinking "Ash, what are you doing, you can't become mortal! Meghan's immortal now, you can't start aging now! Then he gets a conscience and nearly falls apart. I cried a bit. I'm serious. And then he experiences this horrible, sad fake-life with Meghan. By then the tears were streaming down my face. I'm not even kidding. I cried. And then he said goodbye to Puck and they shook hands and I nearly started crying again, because a they shook hands!!!

So despite everything Ash and Meghan got their happy ending. This book was incredible and perfect and terrible and awesome and an amazing adventure with characters you can't help but love.

The Iron Knight

View all 4 comments. Apr 20, Donna rated it it was amazing Shelves: Posted on: Wait for me just a little bit longer.

Julie Kagawa has utterly surpassed my expectations and blown all previous books away with her truly amazing writing, her creative imagination and her gift Posted on: Julie Kagawa has utterly surpassed my expectations and blown all previous books away with her truly amazing writing, her creative imagination and her gift for storytelling. Not only has she done a fantastic job with this novel but she has left me utterly speechless.

After only discovering this series a few months ago, I feel my time has come to an end too quickly. Looking back on all four books, I honestly would have been sad had it of ended with The Iron Queen therefore I am truly grateful to Julie to have continued on with the series and created another amazing piece of work.

This story shows him in a completely different light, you get to see his deepest darkest secrets and somehow still manage to love him. Honestly, if could rate The Iron Knight 10 out of 10 I would. Thank you once again to Julie Kagawa for captivating us, compelling us and taking us all on this incredible journey with you. Even though the series has come to an end, it will truly not be forgotten and will be forever in our hearts.

View all 23 comments. Nov 07, Sarah rated it really liked it Shelves: I liked Ash in this, and I felt sorry for him too. The storyline in this was about Ash trying to become human so that he could return to Meghan and live with her in the Iron Realm, which requ This was a YA fantasy story, about Ash trying to find a way to be with Meghan in the Iron court. The storyline in this was about Ash trying to become human so that he could return to Meghan and live with her in the Iron Realm, which required a journey and several tests.

The ending to this was a little confusing. Actual rating 4. It was exciting, action-packed, mysterious with a great mid-way plot twist and a very sweet and satisfying ending. Writing Style - 4 out of 5 stars It's very simple but with very beautiful and detailed descriptions. Every time there is a POV change, there is a slight change to match the voice of the person. Within the story, there's a lot of foreshadowing to later plot points which are a bit easy to catch on to. Charact Actual rating 4.

Characters - 4 out of 5 stars We get a new point of view in this book compared to the rest of the books in this series. Ash, one of the male protagonist in this series, takes center stage and becomes the main voice as he takes a journey for love.

I liked getting the chance to get to know him better and more in depth in this book. He's strong and brave and determined. But he also shows a lot of vulnerability and openness that we hadn't seen from him before and it was really interesting to see the complexity of his character closer.

He's torn about a lot of the possible decisions in his future and it was great to see him be a little on the weaker side throughout this book. We also get some of my lovable Puck, whom I love and who is one of my favorite characters of this series. Emotionally view spoiler [I was not expecting to like this book as much as I actually did. The plot was fascinating. The concept was really intriguing concept, the act of a faerie becoming human and what that would take.

The journey itself was intense. We saw a lot more of the Nevernever than we have had before in the previous books. Some of them were really cool and interesting, and others were downright frightening and almost made me want to stop reading because I am huge chicken when it comes to scary things.

There was an amazing plot twists in this book that blew me away! I had no idea that that was even possible, let alone to see it happen was crazy. It definitely improved the series for me because I was not expecting something like that at all.

The group that forms for this book was actually hilariously disconnected. They didn't always get along and weren't necessarily the best of friends but it worked.

The dynamics of the team helped Ash in his journey. Which was super intense and amazing by the way. I didn't realize how deep the author was going to get when she built the becoming a human journey, but it was very through and well thought out.

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