Empire of Storms (Throne of Glass, #5)

by Sarah J. Maas

“Aelin is my heart. I taught her what I knew, and it worked because our magics understood each other deep down—just as our souls did.

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

Fuck yesssss finally!!

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

Aelin grinned again. And then leaned back in Rolfe’s chair, tipped up her head, and spat out an emerald she’d somehow kept hidden under her tongue. Dorian watched the gem arc neatly through the air. Its plunk in the dish was the only sound.

Lol I love 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.

You do not face this alone; you do not decide that you are unlovable because you have powers that can save and destroy.

😭🥹

“but who else would be able to get under Erawan’s skin? Never underestimate the power of that insufferable swagger.” She chuckled, starting to feel the cool kiss of the water on her naked body. “As far as memory serves, Prince, it was that insufferable swagger that won your cranky, immortal heart.” Rowan leaned into the thin veil of flame now melting into night-sweet air and nipped her lower lip. A sharp, wicked bite. “There’s my Fireheart.”

His lips crushed into hers, and he said onto her mouth, dropping words more precious than rubies and emeralds and sapphires into her heart, her soul, “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.”

…aaaand I’m sobbing

Aelin eyed his throat, his glorious body, and the face she had once so fiercely hated. And she wondered if it were possible to love someone enough to die from it. If it were possible to love someone enough that time and distance and death were of no concern.

“I see you. I see every part of you. And I am not afraid.”

“You and me,” she promised him. “From now until the Darkness claims us.”

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