Everyone says the sky is just turning. Fenna Marsh knows better. Something is killing it, and the man she blames rules the mountain it's dying on.
Fenna Marsh reads the wind under the wind. She always has. Where other sky-sailors feel only the weather on their faces, she feels the old currents beneath it, the deep silver breath that used to hold the coast's storms in their proper shape and has been fraying, poisoned, sick, for years. Two years ago it killed her mentor in a storm that should not have existed, and the Mistral Court wrote it down as pilot error and impounded her fleet on the debt.So when the court summons her up the mountain to read a sky it broke, Fenna climbs it hating every step, and hating no one more than the fae heir waiting at the top.
Aeric Sarn is the cold, exact heir of the Mistral Court, the face on the tithe-orders, the man the coast thanks for its fair winds and the sailors curse for everything else. He needs a storm-reader with the old sight to fly him into the killing storm above the highest peak, to reach a dragon the court insists is only sleeping. Fenna needs her brother free of his conscription and her fleet returned. The bargain is fast, and it is furious, and neither of them expects to survive it.
What Fenna doesn't know, until they're roped together somewhere above the last safe shelf, is that the man she came to hate is not draining the dragon for the court's power. He's dying of the same leash. And the ancient silver dragon at the eye of the storm will not be saved by the bond everyone can see, only by the one the fae outlawed three centuries ago, freely chosen, by a mortal who still carries the old sky-sight.
By someone exactly like her.
Perfect for readers who loved the dragon-rider romantasy of Rebecca Yarros, Sarah J. Maas, and Jennifer L. Armentrout.
- ð Enemies-to-lovers, slow burn to open-door spice
ðĐïļ A storm-reader who's spent her life being told she imagined the truth
ðĨ A tormented, dutiful fae heir dying of a secret he can't tell anyone
ðŠķ Forced proximity on one small wind-craft, climbing into a storm that wants them dead
âïļ A true bond against a forced one, a dying dragon, and a court built on a lie
ð Book Three of The Ashen Courts — a standalone love story in the same world as Thornfire
Full-length romantasy (58,000+ words). Standalone love story with a satisfying happy-for-now and a saga-sized horizon. Intended for readers 18+.
Genre: Fantasy
Used availability for Sasha Leone's Stormscale