Please proceed with caution as there are some serious spoilers ahead. We’ve all been toying with this idea that Violet is part venin, or immune to venin somehow. Since this is coming up in the comments section a lot, I decided to try and make sense of it by writing my theory. I will talk… Continue reading

Coming here with another crazy (but cool) theory about Violet’s second signet. Yes, we have a whole thread dedicated to discussing it, but I’m currently reading Iton Flame again trying to catch some Easter eggs and I think I might have found one. A really, really big one! Stay with me and let’s go on… Continue reading

It started in Fourth Wing, and it continues in Iron Flame: Violet has a mental box and loves to put everything negative in it. We learned about it when it comes to her physical pain, but it becomes evident that the box becomes “overfilled” with negative emotions too. Yes, I do have a theory about… Continue reading

Assuming for a second that I am right, and Xaden and Violet are Gods, or the fact that the Gods really are among us in Iron Flame. This would mean we can start drawing parallels between them and the Greek Pantheon. My article looks at how characters from the Iron Flame might be similar to… Continue reading

In Iron Flame, Xaden and Violet share dreams of venin. Or at least this is how it looks like. We get to experience the dreams from Violet’s perspective but then, we learn at the very end of the book that it was Xaden that the venin wanted. It was him all along. Xaden was the… Continue reading

Wait, waaaait, isn’t Bodhi Xaden’s cousin? Yes, according to Violet. But are they really? What do we actually know about them? And how did I get to this crazy conclusion? I’m reading Iron Flame, again, looking for all those cute Easter Eggs we all love so much. And I’m finding some and yes, I will… Continue reading

Enthralled by the enigma of Xaden Riorson, you find yourself adrift in a dream-like trance. Envision him, a silhouette tall and statuesque, carved with sharp contours that speak of a rugged, untamed grace. His lips, lush and full, whisper tales of silent audacity, a subtle rebellion against the mundane. His posture, a portrait of nonchalant… Continue reading