Empire of Storms (Throne of Glass, #5)

by Sarah J. Maas

a word flickered into her head, an answer and a challenge and a truth she immediately denied, ignored. Not for herself, but for him—for him—

Ugh. JUST TELL ME

An order—where to go, what she needed to obtain. She was willing to listen, play along. Even if it had meant telling the others only half the truth.

I really am not a fan of this writing stye SJM employs that tells only part of what Aelin is thinking. I would rather not have it written that there is more to the story. Just let it unfold in the story then...

Wondered if they, too, had spied the Lord of the North standing watch deep in the forest, the white stag’s immortal glow muted in the rain, come to bid Aelin Galathynius farewell.

Despite herself, despite what she’d done, she decided she wanted Rowan to call her milady at least once every day.

You refused to run your schemes by us first, to let us weigh in, when we have fought wars—”

I feel you, Aedion. Even though Aelin is an amazing plotter: she isn’t alone and needs to bring others in, too.

Dorian cut the Queen of Terrasen a wry glance. “People other than you can solve things, you know.”

👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽

Rowan lowered his hands, the others watching him. Waiting—for his orders. Even Aedion. Elide started as realization slapped her. As she searched for proof but found none.

Duh. They got married.

Will you come with me?

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