Onyx Storm (The Empyrean #3)

by Rebecca Yarros

Aotrom’s tail curves up, the poisonous barb jabbing into the belly of the wyvern— I blink. A scorpiontail? It’s not Aotrom. “Chradh,” Tairn explains as the wyvern falls from the dragon’s grip. “What the fuck is Garrick—” “Tornado!”