Empire of Storms (Throne of Glass, #5)

by Sarah J. Maas

“For now, I have no plans to lose this war because some old bastard has learned he likes playing king.”

She’d offer the dark god her soul for a few hours of peace and safety.

Then Manon Blackbeak whirled and brought Wind-Cleaver down upon her grandmother.

Love had broken a perfect killing tool. Lorcan wondered if it would take him centuries more to stop being so pissed about it.

“You don’t need to answer me now. Or ever. You could show up on my doorstep in ten years, and the offer would still stand. But there is a place for you, in Perranth—if you should ever need or wish for it.” Something like agony rippled in his eyes, the most human expression she’d seen him make.

For over ten years, Aelin had been the sole bearer of those final words. Ten years, through death and despair and war, Aelin had carried them across kingdoms. And here, at the edge of the world, they had found each other again. Here at the edge of the world, just for a heartbeat, Elide felt the warm hand of her mother brush her shoulder.

“The fear of loss … it can destroy you as much as the loss itself.”