Onyx Storm (The Empyrean #3)

by Rebecca Yarros

and I would still love you. What I did doesn’t change that. I’m not sure anything can.”

:)

When she finally and truly gives that heart, I fear it will overrule the other gifts you’ve given her and logic will cede its voice to love.

I’m going to be sick. “Why are you ill?” Andarna asks. “Halden?” Tairn muses slowly, and I swear I can feel his nonexistent eyebrows rise.

THE SASS

“Ahead.” “Yes, I, too, have eyes. We’re five minutes out.”

“I need you to slow down. I can’t tell if those are people or trees.” “You ask for speed and then complain when I provide it.”

I know: you answer a single question and I’ll return the walker to the ground.

interesting use of a colon

“Are you all right?” I ask Tairn, my voice cracking. “I am not deceased.” He gains his feet, his talons digging into the rocky soil. Relief pricks at my eyes, and my vision wobbles. “Do not dehydrate on my account,” he lectures. “It takes more than weather to fell me.” His golden gaze drops to my knee. “Wish I could say the same for you.” “Yeah, you’re just fine,” I mutter, then turn toward

You might be angry when you realize I didn’t wake you to say goodbye. But it’s only because I no longer fully trust my ability to walk away. —Recovered Correspondence of His Grace, Lieutenant Xaden Riorson, Sixteenth Duke of Tyrrendor, to Cadet Violet Sorrengail

HELP WHAT DOES THIS MEAN

Oh. Oh.

Heyyy

“And he’s not my boyfriend.” Rhi snorts and Ridoc offers me a sarcastic thumbs-up. “Agreed,” Xaden says. “That’s far too casual a term for what we are.”

The way i'd fold IMMEDIATELY if that was me...

“No!” Tairn and I shout simultaneously. “No,” Andarna mocks.

“and his consort, Violet Sorrensail.” Close enough.

Xaden tilts his head, studying the king. “Violet.” My heart skips into double time. “My loyalty is to Violet first above everything, everyone else,” Xaden says. “Then Tyrrendor. Then Navarre in the moments it’s worthy—usually when Violet is in residence.”