Shadow & Storms (The Legends of Thezmarr, #4)

by Helen Scheuerer

For he knew in his bones that she would emerge victorious, Naarvian steel in hand, vows of vengeance on her tongue. And that she would come for him.

Wilder’s gaze slid to Talemir, who was watching on, a twinkle of amusement in his hazel eyes. He gave the sapphire on the table a pointed glance, and Wilder bit back a chuckle. Perhaps they’d just found its next owner after all.

crying

Sebastos Barlow entered like a snake in the grass.

ugh pls no

And in one violent wrench, Dax ripped out Sebastos Barlowe’s throat.

BEST DAY EVER

Outside, a horn sounded. Three short blasts. A warning. With a final lingering look at one another, Wilder and Thea left their tent, and went to face Artos on the battlefield.

im scared

Kipp’s voice carried across the clash of shields and swords, and she whirled around to find him amid the fighting. Wasn’t he meant to be at the back?

if he dies we are gonna have an issue

‘It’s Kipp,’ he panted, tugging on her arm, hauling her through the bloody slush. ‘He’s wounded. Badly.’

omfg i knew it

Audra was here, and she had brought the former women warriors of Thezmarr with her.

He sat atop Biscuit, lifting a flask of fire extract to his lips as his brother and mentor had done, watching on in pride.