The Storm King (The Lost God, #3)

by Sheila Masterson

“In my experience, the ache never really leaves, but you become more accustomed to the feel of it.”

Home was not a place. Home was who he ran to when life got hard, when the sky got dark and his heart was broken and everything in him felt unsettled.

“I’m just for you,

“Touch her and I’ll make sure you die drowning in your own blood.”

“Do you think I wouldn’t feel you the moment you’re close to me? I could never forget you. You and I are infinite.”

“I would know you even if battle blinded me. I would know by the way you quiet the rest of the world to a hum, by the breath you take before you speak and the way you hold it when you’re trying not to cry. I would know the scent of you on the wind and the way it’s stitched to every memory of love in my life. And I would even know the absence of you if we’d never met, like a dark night sky aching for the shine of stars. I will always know you, Cecilia.”