The Hurricane Wars (The Hurricane Wars, #1)

by Thea Guanzon

Mangoes was Alaric’s first coherent thought. That slick, succulent, golden fruit that graced every meal he had here in the Dominion, with its lush perfume of summer-warmed nectar.

Boobs?

He wanted to bite down.

Boobs.

She couldn’t take her gaze off Alaric.

Girl stand tf up.

Talasyn’s heart all but leapt out of her chest.

Girl he is a COLONIZER

She was pinned in place by his scorching eyes, by the formidable maleness of him that surrounded her,

Bro yak

and all Alaric could think about was how her breasts were the perfect size for his hands.

AAAA EW

“What’s an army to six determined patriots?” “My hatchet thirsts for the Night Emperor’s blood!”

Girlie he is kinda a colonizer sooooo

“My allegiance is to my nation,” Alaric finally said, “and I also dislike thinking about what you went through. Surely those two things can both be true at the same time.”

“The Sardovian Allfold is here?”

WHY DID SHE TELL HIM THAT

In his mind’s eye she was a child, scrappy and defiant, stealing out the door with a kitchen knife under her threadbare coat that offered poor protection from the howling ice-winds of the Great Steppe.

I think i would kms if my partner thought of me like this bro

The nose that was too prominent, the mouth that was too wide, the graceless asymmetry of cheekbones and chin and jaw.

Are we guessing Adam Drivers insecurities?

What were they doing? She was going to get everyone killed.

Me when the post nut clarity hit