A review by rosebrown
Iron & Fire by Ariana Nash
4.0
4.5 ⭐️
Beautiful but so much darker then first book. At one point it was too much to continue. They were separated for much of the book, but when they do get together, they were fire.
“My name is Eroan Ilanea. And that emerald dragon is mine.”
“Could you ever love a broken thing like me?”
Eroan’s rough hands suddenly clutched at Lysander’s face.
“You are a light in the darkness, a diamond in the rough. After everything you’ve been through, surviving your kin, you still smile. You’re kind, and brave, and compassionate. I do not think I would be the same had I suffered as you have. I admire you. For that, and for many things, prince. You are not broken. You are the strongest of us all.”
“You never gave up on me,” Lysander whispered,
“I never will.” Nothing had felt truer.”
“Because…” he said, “in the one place I expected to die, you gave me a reason to live.”
“What reason?”
“You.”
“Lysander shamelessly let the smell of pine and cut wood smooth out the creases in his thoughts. Was this what being safe felt like? He rubbed at his itchy eyes.”
“Anyone who wants to hurt you,” he whispered, “has to go through me.”
“What is this thing between us?”
Eroan’s chin rubbed his head and when he spoke, his voice rumbled through Lysander. “It is everything.”
Beautiful but so much darker then first book. At one point it was too much to continue. They were separated for much of the book, but when they do get together, they were fire.
“My name is Eroan Ilanea. And that emerald dragon is mine.”
“Could you ever love a broken thing like me?”
Eroan’s rough hands suddenly clutched at Lysander’s face.
“You are a light in the darkness, a diamond in the rough. After everything you’ve been through, surviving your kin, you still smile. You’re kind, and brave, and compassionate. I do not think I would be the same had I suffered as you have. I admire you. For that, and for many things, prince. You are not broken. You are the strongest of us all.”
“You never gave up on me,” Lysander whispered,
“I never will.” Nothing had felt truer.”
“Because…” he said, “in the one place I expected to die, you gave me a reason to live.”
“What reason?”
“You.”
“Lysander shamelessly let the smell of pine and cut wood smooth out the creases in his thoughts. Was this what being safe felt like? He rubbed at his itchy eyes.”
“Anyone who wants to hurt you,” he whispered, “has to go through me.”
“What is this thing between us?”
Eroan’s chin rubbed his head and when he spoke, his voice rumbled through Lysander. “It is everything.”