Empire of Storms (Throne of Glass, #5)

by Sarah J. Maas

later. But she scanned the trees, the rocks and

been the only way to survive. There were gashes and slices everywhere.

burning pit of flame had raged. She swallowed

He angled his head, his blue-black hair stained gold by his flames.

concentrating on that bit

had barely more than a tear to the thigh. Fenrys hissed, and

sent them all into exile.

And Rowan wished his Fireheart were there to see it as the House of Whitethorn slammed into Maeve’s fleet, and ice and wind exploded across the waves.

Whitethorn had done it. For her. All of it, for Aelin.

But I sent you to Wendlyn for the healing. And so you would … find him. The one who had been waiting so long for you.”

A wyvern. A wyvern with shimmering wings. And behind it, descending upon the Fae fleet with wicked delight, flew twelve others.

Rowan surveyed his brother’s wound.

I saw your mate.”

“Where is my wife?

Dorian

Unleashing a cry that set the world trembling, Prince Rowan Whitethorn Galathynius, Consort of the Queen of Terrasen, began the hunt to find his wife.