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

by Helen Scheuerer

For my readers… Don’t let the world – don’t let anyone convince you that you’re not enough. Only you define your story.

For him, the world would wait. And when he was safe at her side, they could watch the whole fucking thing go up in flames to be reborn anew.

As blood dripped from Wilder’s swords, that brilliant white light flared again. At last, he tasted the storm on his lips, and looked up.

‘You’re dead anyway,’ she promised. ‘But touch him again, I dare you.’

‘I am the storm,’ she told herself. She let her lightning rage, right alongside her heart, and she split the gods-damned tower in two.

Thea’s heart nearly burst as he gazed upon her with nothing but love – pure, adoring love in his silver eyes. ‘No man could have you and not be consumed,’ he murmured.

‘Shadow and storms. A reckoning. I have seen that gold will turn to silver in a blaze of iron and embers, giving rise to ancient power long forgotten.

Don’t let the world – don’t let anyone convince you that you’re not enough. Only you define your story. You and you alone. When they tell you what you’re not, when they tell you what you can’t do, remember: you are the storm, Elwren. You split the skies and flood the plains. You make the ground tremble beneath their boots. No one can fucking stop you.’

‘I always said you’d be the end of me,’ he told her, throat bobbing. ‘But I was wrong. You’re the beginning.’