I've read six books over the last six days and this one left me feeling ecstatic. FINALLY. Ok, I know, the romance is only a small part of what this series has to offer, but McGuire only kept me waiting for SIX (did I mention six!?) books and I'd be lying if I didn't admit to wild fangirling over every conversation between Toby and Tybalt. 
 This book deserves a far more comprehensive review because this series has the unusual trajectory of actually getting better with every book, but there's two much awesome stuff to talk about and I'd just end up rambling like crazy. At this point, if you're reading this review six books deep into the series, you already know why it's so great, so I'm freed from any duty to persuade you of it, right? I'll take the easy way out and just stick to the fangirling. 
 I left a review on the fourth book complaining about how the King of Cats is more like the King of Snails but in retrospect, I think the slow development is exactly why I adore them both so much. I've always been a sucker for the kind of high fantasy romances where someone can be devoted to the point of death but not be...aggressive (not exactly the word I'm thinking of, but close enough) about their love. Those of you who have read those kinds of epics know exactly what I'm talking about. 
 Unlike 95% of all other romances in books out there, this relationship was built on the solid foundations actions, events, mutual admiration and trust. It's realistic, it's romantic, and yes, there is still a sweetness to it. Maybe it's from the old fashioned kind of courtliness that values restraint? (Come on, I know you secretly laughed when you read Toby's description of what it means to be courting in Faerie. Something that crosses Victorian ideals of chaperones and scandalous hand holding with fairy tale trials and tribulations such as dragons and trapped princesses?) In a way, this brings me back to reading Pride & Prejudice for the very first time.