Empire of Storms (Throne of Glass, #5)

by Sarah J. Maas

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

Dorian said smoothly, “You will find, Rolfe, that one does not deal with Celaena Sardothien. One survives her.”

“The world,” Aelin said, “will be saved and remade by the dreamers, Rolfe.”

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

They could burn the entire world to ashes with it. He was hers and she was his, and they had found each other across centuries of bloodshed and loss, across oceans and kingdoms and war.

They had not come ten years ago. She wanted them to know she had not forgotten it.

“I love you. There is no limit to what I can give to you, no time I need. Even when this world is a forgotten whisper of dust between the stars, I will love you.”

The Queen of Flame and Shadow, the Heir of Fire, Aelin of the Wildfire, Fireheart …

Nameless is my price.

“The Queen Who Was Promised,”

The mark of the nameless.

And tell him … tell him thank you—for walking that dark path with me back to the light.”

If only so Aelin could then die for them all.

“Where is my wife?”

It was all borrowed time anyway. Aelin did not expect them to come for her.

Fight her. I am coming for you. Even if it takes me a thousand years. I will find you, I will find you, I will find you.

TERRASEN REMEMBERS EVALIN ASHRYVER. DO YOU? I FOUGHT AT MISTWARD FOR YOUR PEOPLE. RETURN THE GODS-DAMNED FAVOR.

Aedion fell to his knees in the sand as Wendlyn’s armada spread before them.

I’m going to call in old debts and promises. To raise an army of assassins and thieves and exiles and commoners.

sobbed. Where are our allies, Aelin? Where are our armies? She had taken the criticism—taken it, because he knew she hadn’t wanted to disappoint them if she failed.

For Terrasen. For them. For a better world. Aelin Galathynius had raised an army not just to challenge Morath … but to rattle the stars.

A chance. His wife, his mate, had bought them a fool’s shot at this war. And she did not believe that they would come for her.

Unleashing a cry that set the world trembling, Prince Rowan Whitethorn Galathynius, Consort of the Queen of Terrasen, began the hunt to find his wife.