Empire of Storms (Throne of Glass, #5)

by Sarah J. Maas

Aedion’s heart stopped dead. “It’s a sea dragon,” he managed to say. Well, at least he now knew what secret form Lysandra had been working on. And why Aelin had insisted on getting inside Brannon’s temple. Not just to see the king, not just to reclaim the city for the Mycenians and Terrasen, but … for Lysandra to study the life-size, detailed carvings of those sea dragons. To become a living myth. The two of them … Oh, those crafty, scheming devils. A queen of legends indeed. “How … how …” The sentry turned toward the others, babbling among themselves. “It’s gonna defend us?” Lysandra approached Ship-Breaker, still lowered under the surface, twirling and arcing, banking along rocks as if getting a feel for her new form. Getting a feel for it in whatever little time they had. “Yes,” Aedion breathed as terror flooded his veins. “Yes, she is.”