Of Empires and Dust (The Bound and The Broken, #4)

by Ryan Cahill

There, in Alura’s eyrie, the light of the Blood Moon tainting the sky, all three dragons roared so loud as to rival thunder itself.

That made me tear up

We are flawed, all of us, but I suppose it is not the existence of flaws that destroys us but our willingness to bow to them.

In that moment, he felt calmer and safer than at any other point in his life. His lips pulled away from hers for just a second, their foreheads pressing together, their noses touching. “I have loved you for the better half of a thousand years.”

Now that’s the type of shit to put a tear in your eye

“Good.” Dahlen reached behind Conal’s head and ruffled his hair. “Nothing about battle or war or killing should give you joy, Conal. Most days, it gives us nothing but darkness, and on the best days, all we can hope for is a sense of relief. We do it because we have to. We do it because of what would happen if we didn’t.”

The look in Atara’s eyes was one Aeson had not seen in hundreds of years. Atara Anthalin, the Blade of Anadín, once again had found a fire in her heart, and it was Calen who had set it alight.

At last, she’d landed on the works of old Duran Linold. Druids, a Magic Lost. It had been five centuries since she’d read that book.

calen rist and ella gonna be wildly powerful