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412 pages, Kindle Edition
First published October 11, 2019
She spoke of elves and humans and dragons, of how they had once lived together, each helping the other. Until the dragons grew jealous of the humans and their wealth of land. The races split, each becoming weaker because of it. Elves lost their magic. Dragons lost their compassion. Humans lost their integrity. And so the end of the world began.
“He’s been rumored dead before. It doesn’t stick. The world could end and Eroan would still be alive.”
A home wasn’t a place, it was a person, and Lysander had found his.
“You are my home,” Lysander whispered before he could lose the moment.
“I’m practical and territorial and Seraph is a part of my brood whether she wants it or not.” He added a lofty, princely tone to his voice that Eroan hadn’t heard since the tower.
“You have a brood, prince?” Lysander waved a playfully dismissive hand.
“It’s full of elves. I hoard them like other dragons collect gems. Clearly, I am broken—” Eroan kissed him quickly, stealing the end of that sentence away.
“Never.”
And there he was; Lysander’s stupid, stubborn elf who stood against the entirety of his people for a dragon.
“You don’t belong to anyone. Not anymore. And neither does Eroan. Oh, you’re both as stubborn as each other, you know that? He loves you and you love him. It’s that simple. You’re just making it difficult because you’re afraid.”
Fuck the elves.
Fuck the Order.
Eroan shoved through the assassins and threw his arms around his dragon, pulling him close, breathing him in.
“Whatever we do next,” he whispered, brushing the words softly against Lysander’s mouth, “we do together.”
This was how it would be now—Lysander and Eroan. Nothing could touch them just so long as they were together. And they would be together. Nothing could tear them apart.
The tales never revealed that about love, about how much it hurt.
And there he was; Lysander’s stupid, stubborn elf who stood against the entirety of his own people for a dragon. He hadn’t realized there was room in his heart to love Eroan more, but he’d been wrong. This thing between them was boundless. It beat like a second heart and shone like a star he’d never been able to catch. But Lysander had caught him, and Eroan was all his.
“You don’t belong to anyone. Not anymore. And neither does Eroan. Oh, you’re both as stubborn as each other, you know that? He loves you and you love him. It’s that simple. You’re just making it difficult because you’re afraid.”
“He’s so big as dragon,” she threw her arms wide, “and you’re so small.” She made a tiny gap between her fingers. “It was adorable.”
Lysander knew those matte black scales, those golden eyes, and that amethyst flame boiling low in the dragon’s throat. There was no other dragon like him.
Akiem.
“I’m practical and territorial and Seraph is a part of my brood whether she wants it or not.” He added a lofty, princely tone to his voice that Eroan hadn’t heard since the tower.
“You have a brood, prince?”
Lysander waved a playfully dismissive hand. “It’s full of elves. I hoard them like other dragons collect gems. Clearly, I am broken—”
“If you want to stop me from walking among your kin, you’ll have to tie me up.” Lysander leaned closer, so all Eroan could see was the glittering green of dragonsight in his jewel-like eyes. “And we both know you prefer to be bound.”
Fuck the elves.
Fuck the Order.
Eroan shoved through the assassins and threw his arms around his dragon, pulling him close, breathing him in.
A home wasn’t a place, it was a person, and Lysander had found his.
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His heart ached for the loss of its other half.What an epic roller coaster ride this series was! And this installment was a truly worthy ending to Eroan and Lysander's incredible journey.
What we are doesn't matter. It is who we are that defines us.I swooned . . .
This thing between them was boundless. It beat like a second heart and shone like a star he'd never been able to catch.. . . I laughed . . .
"He's been rumored dead before. It doesn't stick.". . . I cried (holy shit, did I cry) . . .
Only prey stayed still.. . . and I picked my jaw up off the floor . . .
For something that felt so wrong as man, felt so right as dragon.. . . SO MANY times while reading this one; gotta love that supreme sense of satisfaction that comes when all the threads of an epic story come together.
"What we are doesn’t matter. It is who we are that defines us."
"You are my guiding star, Eroan Ilanea. It’s not possible to love anyone more than I love you. You crossed the sea for me, you faced dragon hordes for me. When I thought I had nothing and nobody left, you came for me."
“You burn bright in the dark, brighter than any star. You’re the warmth in my veins, you’re the reason my heart beats at all. It beats for you. I live for you. I can’t lose you. Do you hear me, Lysander? I can’t lose you again. I can’t live without you.”
“You are my home”
"From the greatest of fires, the greatest of weapons is forged."
It felt like something strummed between them, an understanding, or maybe something more, something deeper than that, something soulbound.
"What by Alumn are you all gawking at?" Seraph's sharp bark delivered a startling amount of authority. "There are bodies to burn, you know."
"Is that really appropriate. You being undeniably dragon," he gestured at Lysander and then made a show of sweeping at himself, "and me being exquisitely elf?"
to hear that laugh a hundred times over. A thousand times, if he could. They had the whole day, the night too. Maybe this time, they had forever?