The Hurricane Wars (The Hurricane Wars, #1)

by Thea Guanzon

He heard the girl before he saw her, a high and golden hum that cut through the chaos of battle like the first flare of sunrise.

and perhaps this, too, was how a war began. In the space between heartbeats. In the room of night.

A yearning for somewhere she could belong, and for someone she could belong to.

Aether is the prime element, the one that binds all the others together and connects each dimension to the next. Every once in a while, an aethermancer is brought into this world—someone who can traverse the aether’s path in specific ways. Rainsingers. Firedancers. Shadowforged. Windcallers. Thunderstruck. Enchanters. And you. The Lightweave is the thread and you are the spinner. It will do as you command. So, tell it what you want.

People always said that Alaric of House Ossinast, Master of the Shadowforged Legion and Gaheris’s only son and heir, had the most piercing gray eyes. Those eyes shone a bright and chilling silver with the glow of his magic under the seven moons, looking directly into hers.

She couldn’t help but think, Thank the gods that I will never love someone that much.

To become the light that guides us out of the shadows, and to freedom.”

“Do you make it a habit to compliment everyone who’s trying to kill you?” “Not everyone.” His eyes flashed with a hint of amusement. “Just you.

He grabbed her wrist before she could draw it back. “I liked you better when you were afraid of me,” he drawled. “Well, I liked you better when you were unconscious.

“Have you gone blind?” Elagbi snapped. “Do you not see what is in front of you, that she is the spitting image of my late wife? And she can spin the Lightweave, just like Hanan. There is no doubt about it, Rapat.” He then said the words that brought the world to a halt. “She is my daughter.”

There it is

“My daughter,” Elagbi repeated, his aristocratic, copper-skinned features softening as he took a step toward her. “Alunsina—”

“Yes, you are Talasyn,” he said slowly. “Talasyn of Sardovia, who walks between this world and the aether. But you are also Alunsina Ivralis, only child of Elagbi of the Dominion and Hanan of the Dawn. You are Alunsina Ivralis, granddaughter of Urduja, She Who Hung the Earth Upon the Waters, and you are the rightful heir to the Dragon Throne.”

“Whirlwind or not, be it a lightning bolt or a slow fall, I want you to someday have what your mother and I had.”

“I was Sardovia’s Lightweaver,” Talasyn growled. “I have held my own against you and your Legion. I am also Alunsina Ivralis of the Nenavar Dominion, Elagbi’s daughter and the Dragon Queen’s heir. I am She Who Will Come After, and I have power here.

He leaned down and she surged up and their lips met, in the glow of light and darkness, over the keening of their crossed blades.

Finally!!

I never knew, Alaric thought, kissing her harder, holding her tighter. I never knew that it could feel like this.

May the gods help me. Alaric resisted the urge to put his head in his hands in a fit of despair. I’m attracted to my wife.

“We’re done discussing this,” he said curtly. She bristled. “You are my consort. You don’t get to order me around.” “You are my empress,” he shot back. “You answer to me.”

Alaric lunged forward, without having any idea as to what would happen when he got there. He moved with instinct, with the dark rage of the Shadowforged set free at long last. In the mood that he was in, he thought that he just might go for Talasyn’s jugular— —but, instead, he kissed her.

THE ENEMIES TO LOVERS IS EATING!!!!!

He was a fool. She had twisted him into knots.

“Because Kesathese Enchanters need to catch up to the Dominion’s technology and surpass it. And because your wife is a Lightweaver and a former Sardovian, and this is how we will find a way to rid her of her magic, once and for all. We will rule the Continent and Nenavar. We will rule it all.”

So he needs to go