Empire of Storms

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

Rowan hissed, “Where is my wife?”

Time—she was grateful Elena had given her that stolen time.
Grateful she had met them all, that she had seen some small part of the world, had heard such lovely music, had danced and laughed and known true friendship. Grateful that she had found Rowan.
She was grateful.

“Fire against darkness makes for a better story.”
“Yes, but so would ripping a demon king to shreds without using your hands.”

“Melisande’s fleet is now our fleet. And its capital is now ours, too.” She jerked her chin at Aelin. “You’re welcome.”
Manon Blackbeak burst out laughing.

“Who gave you permission to use my name in pit fights, Aelin?”

She had offered him a home.

Not as Aelin turned toward Rowan, and the only flame that remained was a crown of fire atop her head.

A court that wouldn’t just change the world. It would start the world over.
A court that could conquer this world—and any other it wished.

The Queen of Flame and Shadow, the Heir of Fire, Aelin of the Wildfire, Fireheart …