Empire of Storms (Throne of Glass, #5)

by Sarah J. Maas

For a heartbeat, she thought of that sky-blue mare in the aerie, the wyvern that would wait and wait for a rider who would never return. Thought of a green rocky land spreading to the western sea.

Then Manon Blackbeak whirled and brought Wind-Cleaver down upon her grandmother.

My name is Aelin Ashryver Galathynius … And I will not be afraid.

“I’d walk into the burning heart of hell itself to find you.”

“I will always find you,” he swore to her. Her throat bobbed. Lorcan whispered, “I promise.”

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Abraxos let out another low whine. “You and me,” she promised him. “From now until the Darkness claims us.”