Eidolon (Wraith Kings, #2)

by Grace Draven

"There is no better legacy to leave than this—to die in the effort to save our descendants. Join with me so that those who came after us will live to remember."

"See there? The words of a brave leader are their own powerful magic."

More screams, these loud and long and so piercing as to crack the moon above them.

“I can’t help it. I worry for you when you lead these patrols. I don’t sleep until you return.” His features softened. “Then you don’t dream of me when I’m gone,”

“They would only hurt if you thought me hideous because of them.” “That will never happen,” she vowed. “Then they will never hurt.”

He was home; he was safe. He was in her arms. There was no better moment in all the world than this. She closed her eyes and joined him in slumber.

“It’s an honor to serve with you, sha-Anhuset. My trust in you is absolute.” Her eyes narrowed to sulfuric slits. “If that was some kind of botched up final goodbye, I will knock your teeth down your throat.”