War Storm (Red Queen, #4)

by Victoria Aveyard

And even through the heartbreak, I can’t find it in myself to hate him for his choice. The rage will come later.

Losing him shouldn’t hurt as much as the possibility of dying, of losing our war, of letting everything we’ve worked for be in vain. But it does. All I can do is try to bear it.

love you is a promise we both made, and we both broke. It should mean I choose you above all else. I want you more. I need you always. I cannot live without you. I will do anything to keep our lives from parting. But he wouldn’t. And I won’t. I am less than his crown, and he is less than my cause.

And in the end, he thinks he’s doing the right thing for us, for everyone. How can I really fault him for that?”

“Break his crown, break his throne, rip his monarchy apart.” I stare up at her with as much strength as I can muster. The lightning in my blood responds with fervor, begging to crack loose. “But Tiberias lives.”

but the exiled prince loves her. A Red girl. Having met her, I can almost understand why.

Shade gave his life for our cause, and Tiberias can’t even give up the crown.

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But I would never call loving someone else a weakness. I think living without love at all, any kind of love, is weakness. And the worst kind of darkness.”

DAMN

“They call you the Flame of the North, Your Majesty. Show us fire.” Then the premier looks at me. “And show us storm.”

“Don’t look at me like that, Tiberias.” “Don’t call me Tiberias,” he shoots back, dropping his gaze. I laugh bitterly. “It’s the name you chose.”

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Of course, Maven makes that hope impossible. I’ve had only small glimpses into his heart, and they are enough to know that his heart is dead.

In spite of my better instincts, I feel the smallest pang of pity for Maven Calore. He is not of his own making. Not entirely. Someone else perfectly cut him apart and poorly put him back together.

perfect description of maven!

I work my way to the water’s edge. Desperation might swallow me whole. Cal is fighting a nymph, a powerful nymph. His greatest weakness. It terrifies me.

But he’s wrong. I can’t think of anything more real than the feel of him. The heat, the smell, the taste. It’s the only real thing in my world. “This is the last time,” I whisper before I cover his mouth with mine. Over the next few hours, I say that so many times I lose count.

Strange that she is both the anchor against the storm and the storm itself.

What I lost for so many weeks. Not just her love, but her voice. Her sharpness. The push and pull of a person who has no regard for my blood or my crown. Someone who sees me, and no one else in my place. Someone who calls me Cal, and not Tiberias.

Cal is built from his father’s dreams, and Maven from his mother’s nightmares.

Cal is the person he told me he was. Nothing and no one will ever change him. I can love him, and perhaps always will, but I can’t make him move when he decides to stay still. The same could be said of me.

He’s making himself into someone else.” Finally, I lower my eyes, as the cracks in Maven’s mask begin to show. “I don’t expect you to understand that.” He grits his teeth, furious. And a bit confused. “Why?” “Because every change in you was not your own.”

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With only one person left who truly understands. And he is a monster. I lost Maven too. The person he pretended to be, the friend I loved and needed when I was so alone and so afraid. I’ve lost so many people.