Amo questa serie, non c’è niente da fare. L’ho iniziata per caso, non mi ricordo nemmeno perché e ho fatto una scelta ottima. I primi libri so che sono stati tradotti in italiano quindi se volete correte a leggerli perché meritano davvero. La storia è incredibile e costruita in maniera magistrale. Un mondo assurdo e pensato in ogni dettaglio. Non vedo sinceramente di avere fra le mani l’ultimo libro perché sarà incredibile. Intanto vi lascio con un estratto del quinto libro della serie 😉
Elide had no words to express to Lorcan what she’d felt in that moment he’d let the shield drop. What she’d felt when the silver-haired, tattooed warrior-prince had halted that fatal bloodshed.
But she had no breath in her body when she looked over Lorcan’s broad shoulder and beheld the golden-haired woman striding toward them.
Young, and yet her face … It was an ancient face, wary and cunning and limned with power. Beautiful, with the sun-kissed skin, the vibrant turquoise eyes. Turquoise eyes, with a core of gold around the pupil.
Ashryver eyes.
The same as the golden-haired, handsome man who came up beside her, muscled body tense as he assessed whether he’d need to spill blood, a bow dangling from his hand.
Two sides of the same golden coin.
Aelin. Aedion.
They were both staring at her with those Ashryver eyes.
Aelin blinked. And her golden face crumpled as she said, “Are you Elide?”
It was all Elide could do to nod. Lorcan was taut as a bowstring, his body still half angled over her.
Aelin strode closer, eyes never leaving Elide’s face. Young—she felt so young compared to the woman who approached. There were scars all over Aelin’s hands, along her neck, around her wrists … where shackles had been.
Aelin slid to her knees not a foot away, and it occurred to Elide that she should be bowing, head to the dirt—
“You look … so much like your mother,” Aelin said, her voice cracking. Aedion silently knelt, putting a broad hand on Aelin’s shoulder.
Her mother, who had gone down swinging, who had died fighting so this woman could live—
“I’m sorry,” Aelin said, shoulders curving inward, head dropping low as tears slid down her flushed cheeks. “I’m so sorry.” How many years had those words been locked up?
Elide’s arm ached, but it didn’t stop her from touching Aelin’s hand, clenched in her lap.
Touching that tanned, scarred hand. Warm, sticky skin met her fingertips.
Real. This was—Aelin was—real.
As if Aelin realized the same, her head lifted. She opened her mouth, but her lips wobbled, and the queen clamped them together.
None of the gathered company spoke.
And at last Aelin said to Elide, “She bought me time.”
Elide knew who the queen meant.
Aelin’s hand began shaking. The queen’s voice broke entirely as she said, “I am alive today because of your mother.”
Elide only whispered, “I know.”
“She told me to tell you …” A shuddering inhale. But Aelin didn’t break her stare, even as tears continued cutting through the dirt on her cheeks. “Your mother told me to tell you that she loves you—very much. Those were her last words to me. ‘Tell my Elide I love her very much.’”
For over ten years, Aelin had been the sole bearer of those final words. Ten years, through death and despair and war, Aelin had carried them across kingdoms.
And here, at the edge of the world, they had found each other again. Here at the edge of the world, just for a heartbeat, Elide felt the warm hand of her mother brush her shoulder.Chapter 57 – EMPIRE OF STORMS (Throne of Glass #5) di Sarah J. Maas
