Onyx Storm (The Empyrean #3)

by Rebecca Yarros

“If I wallow in every loss, that’s all I’ll ever have time for.”

“I could reach the rank of Maven, lead armies of dark wielders against everyone we care for, and watch every vein in my body turn red as I channel all the power in the Continent, and I would still love you. What I did doesn’t change that. I’m not sure anything can.”

“I am yours and you are mine, and there’s no law or rule in this world or the next that will change that.”

“I’m jealous of the armor that holds you when I can’t, the sheets on your bed that caress your skin every night, and the blades that feel your hands. So, when the prince of our realm walks into my classroom and starts talking to the woman I love with what can only be considered intense familiarity, and then has the audacity to ask her out right in front of me, naturally, I’m going to get jealous.” He brings our bodies flush.

“You preach peace while only having known its privilege,” Andarna hisses in retort. “You are all a disappointment to me.”

You’re not a weapon of destruction. You’re not venin. You’re the artery power chooses to flow through. You’re life.”