Onyx Storm

“With that speech? At least a duchess.”

“I can fuck you as many times as we want, as many times as you can take, and I can’t lose control.”

“But ‘girlfriend’ is missing the permanent tone.”

“There’s no magic here. No power. No lure. No taunting reminder that I can everyone if I just reach for it and take what’s offered. It’s only…peace.”

“I could reach the rank of Maven, lead armies of dark wielders against everyone we care for, and watch every vein in my body turn red as I channeled all power in the Continent, and I would still love you. What I did doesn’t change that. I’m not sure anything can.”

“My loyalty is to Violet first above everything, everyone else. Then Tyrrendor. Then Navarre in the moments when it’s worthy–usually when Violet is in residence.”

“I like our odds. The last time a shadow and lightning welder fought side by side, they managed to drive the venin back to the Barrens for a few hundred years. We’ll figure out how to do it again.”

“Just like it’s gone for the last eighteen months. Everyone assumes she’ll wind up with you, but it’s my last name she ends up wearing on her flight jacket in formation.”

“My friends will continue to fight long after I meet Malek, and I’ll meet him with my soul intact. Do your worst.”

“Let’s get three things straight, Your Highness. First, I have remarkable hearing thanks to the shadows at your very feet. Second, I don’t control Violet. Never have. Never will. But third, and most importantly–She really, honestly hasn’t thought about you. At least not since the second she set eyes on me.”

“Yes, love. I’m jealous. I’m jealous of the armor that holds you when I can’t, the sheets on your bed that caress your skin every night, and the blades that feel your hands. So when the prince of our realm walks into my classroom and starts talking to the woman I love with what can only be considered intense familiarity, and then has the audacity to ask her out right in front of me, naturally, I’m going to get jealous.”

“Good thing I fuck like a third.”

“Because you’re the only one capable of killing me.”

“You’re Xaden Riorson. Shadow wielder. Duke of Tyrrendor. Love of my life. You have nothing to be jealous of.”

“Tell me something, Violence. Why is it always you?”

“Xaden is mine. My heart, my soul, my everything. He channeled from the earth to save me, and I’ll scour the world until I find a way to save him right back.”

“Magic feels different when I change color. Maybe my use of power in that moment altered the venin, weakened her enough to blister.”

“I’m completely in love with your boyfriend or utterly terrified of him. Not sure at the moment.”