The Storm King (The Lost God, #3)

by Sheila Masterson

“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.”