Empire of Storms

Dramatic rescues give him purpose and fulfillment in his dull, immortal life.”

orcan had been willing to die for Elide. Had been willing to put aside his quest for Maeve in order for Elide to live

If the hand that Lorcan laid on her back made her cry harder.

Aelin Galathynius had raised an army not just to challenge Morath … but to rattle the stars

I want Erawan to know that the next time I see him, I will carve Manon’s name on his gods-damned heart.”

I don’t think you even know what happiness is.”
His face grew grave—thoughtful. “I do not mind … being around you.”
“Is that a compliment?”
A half smile cut across his granite-hewn face

No, she was not carrying his child

Rowan hissed, “Where is my wife?”

Don’t. Touch. Her.”
“You don’t give me orders, witch,” Lorcan said. “And you have no say in what is between us.”
Elide frowned at him. “You’re making it worse.”
“We like to call it ‘territorial male nonsense,’” Aelin confided. “Or ‘territorial Fae bastard’ works just as nicely.”
The Fae Prince coughed pointedly behind her.
The queen looked over a shoulder, brows raised. “Am I forgetting another term of endearment?”
The warrior-prince’s eyes glowed, even as his face remained set with predatory intent. “I think you covered it.”

she said to the Witch-Queen, “I knew I saved your sorry ass for a reason.”
Manon’s answering smile was terrifying