The Wind Weaver (Reign of Remnants, #1)

by Julie Johnson

“The fact that you cannot fathom my resolve does not indicate its absence.

To annihilate a race, you must do more than kill its people. You must kill its music, its artwork, its architecture. Its customs, its traditions, its religions. You must eradicate the beauty, so only horror remains in the memories of those who live on in the aftermath. So no one attempts to rebuild—or even remembers why they might ever want to.

“Either stab me with that dagger or put it on the nightstand,” he mutters. “At this point, I really don’t care which.”

“A wind weaver in my colors. That is something I never thought to see again in all my days.”

See again ???

“Soren,” Penn returns stiffly.

Bruh

“Fire and Air, together again,” Soren says, staring back and forth from Penn to me. “If that isn’t history repeating, I don’t know what is.”

Oh ew did he used to be with her past self I don’t know if I like that

I do not look back.

Girl are you ✨stupid✨

“Fucking hell, Rhya!” His eyes bore into mine, aglow in the darkness. “I don’t give a damn about the prophecy. Not anymore. I care about you.”

Uther is the first to recover his senses, rushing to his wife’s side. He drops to his knees in the dirt, sparing hardly a glance at his newborn son. His gaze is for Carys and Carys alone.

😭😭😭

“I never hated you. Not even at the very start. Not even when we were enemies. Not even when I thought you wanted to kill me. Because even then, there was still a part of me that was drawn to you.

Uh sure girl

King Soren of Llŷr, in the flesh.

LOL bruh