Onyx Storm Dain Quotes

You get one chance to form your own squad, and you choose your ex, your current lover, the quadrant’s resident smart-ass, two people who have tried to kill you in the past year—one over said current lover—and whatever Dain is? These are your choices for the most important mission any rider could possibly undertake?” “I’m glad someone said it,” Tairn chimes in.

Eyes here,” Dain says, and Sloane looks his way.

Good job, Aetos.” “Was that a compliment? What the fuck is going on?” Dain asks, his gaze flying to mine. “Did you give him something?

I heard you saying you’d kill my grandson if he took another step toward your beloved, young man. How illogically, toxically romantic of you. Have to admit, that kind of confident violence isn’t what I pictured when Asher talked about you, but the brown hair, those…I guess they’re brown eyes, and how utterly smitten he predicted you two would eventually be for each other? Well, he described you almost perfectly, Dain Aetos.

Not sure I’d brag about being in the wing that produced Jack Barlowe!” Ridoc counters. “Ridoc!” Rhi hisses. “I’m done,” he promises as Dain shoots a glare his way.

General Aetos’s quarters. Don’t worry, Dain’s agreed to help me find it.” Xaden cracks his neck. “‘Don’t worry’ and ‘Dain’ do not belong in the same sentence.

This goes against the Codex!” Dain

Carr tells me you’re refusing to train your signet.” “You what?” I shut my book. “You really going to mourn the loss of another Mairi?” Sloane fires back at Dain. “His death will always be on my head. Yours will not.” Dain’s tone sharpens. “I don’t coddle first-years anymore, so train. Your. Signet.” “Asshole,” she whispers, and the flush in her cheeks deepens. I lift my brows at the look she shoots him, mostly because I can’t tell if she wants to stab him in his seat or—

Hard to access like we need Aaric and a midnight mission?” Sawyer asks, and Ridoc translates. “Hard to access like we need Dain to betray his father.” Which is highly unlikely.

We could really use Dain right about now,” I whisper. “I could live the rest of my life without ever hearing you say that again,” Xaden replies.

My face feels like it’s been blasted by dragon fire. “How would you like this to go?” Dain asks me as Narelle glances among the three of us, her silver brows knitting. “Just like it’s gone for the last eighteen months,” Xaden answers, losing any and all trace of the niceties he showed Dain an hour ago. “Everyone assumes she’ll wind up with you, but it’s my last name she ends up wearing on her flight jacket in formation.

You get one chance to form your own squad, and you choose your ex, your current lover, the quadrant’s resident smart-ass, two people who have tried to kill you in the past year—one over said current lover—and whatever Dain is? These are your choices for the most important mission any rider could possibly undertake?” “I’m glad someone said it,” Tairn chimes in. “And…you.” It’s not my finest comeback. “Don’t forget Halden’s guard,” Ridoc adds. “I’m sure they’ll be super useful.

It’s not a rebellion, and I’m not…leading.” Xaden, Dain, Rhi—they’re leaders.

Try,” Dain urges, shoving the sleeve of his uniform up his forearm. “It’s dangerous to use your own power if you haven’t trained, so take mine. I’m the only one here who doesn’t have to wield today. Just try.

I heard you saying you’d kill my grandson if he took another step toward your beloved, young man. How illogically, toxically romantic of you. Have to admit, that kind of confident violence isn’t what I pictured when Asher talked about you, but the brown hair, those…I guess they’re brown eyes, and how utterly smitten he predicted you two would eventually be for each other? Well, he described you almost perfectly, Dain Aetos.” Oh, fucking kill me now.

Violet, no,” Dain protests. “‘Rebel’ is so…outdated. We prefer the term ‘revolutionary,’” I inform Aura, taking a measured step in her direction and welcoming the crackle of sizzling power in my fingertips. “And if you’re going to wield, then it’s me you’ll be dealing with.

My knowledge of your tongue is why I was selected to command this mission,” their leader replies without taking his eyes off Xaden. “Love wasting my time,” Dain mutters, then shoves the small booklet I recognize as the language compendium for Unnbriel into the chest pocket of his flight jacket.

You dare—” Aura turns to fully face me, yanking off her other glove. “I dare.” I lift my open palms skyward, and heat streaks along my arms as I release a wave of power, forcing it upward and letting it go. Lightning splits the sky, flashing bright above our heads and branching outward into the clouds. Thunder follows instantly, so loud it shakes the masonry. The crowd quiets, and Aura’s mouth hangs for a moment before she lowers her hands. “You see, Dain’s too honorable to wield in a challenge, but you’ll find that my sense of morality has learned to…waver.” I retrieve another dagger and shake it in her direction. “You lift your hand against him again, and the next one goes through it. He’s the reason you’re alive. The reason you’re all alive!” Power thrums through me, buzzing with readiness, and I slip my left hand into the pocket of my flight jacket and remove the conduit. “Violet,” Rhiannon warns softly from my right. “Shh, it’s more fun when she blows shit up,” Ridoc whispers.

You get one chance to form your own squad, and you choose your ex, your current lover, the quadrant’s resident smart-ass, two people who have tried to kill you in the past year—one over said current lover—and whatever Dain is? These are your choices for the most important mission any rider could possibly undertake?” “I’m glad someone said it,” Tairn chimes in. “And…you.” It’s not my finest comeback.

Dain’s card reveals a hand, and when he offers his to the woman who walks over to him, she slaps him across the face so hard his head turns in our direction. I swallow my gasp and force a blank expression onto my face when I catch Calixta glancing my way. Message received: we can’t complain about anyone else’s gifts, either. Dain blinks twice, then thanks the woman and inclines his head. Ridoc barely stifles a snort, but quickly schools his features when I glance sideways at him. “Do not laugh,” I warn Xaden, fighting off another tide of dizziness.

Narelle tilts her head. “I did not stutter.” She looks pointedly at the armchair. “Put that back in its place.” Xaden lifts a brow but does as she asks, then crosses the small section of the room and sheathes my dagger at my hip. “Thank you,” I whisper. He brushes a kiss over my temple, then takes the empty spot at my right side. “Get off the floor, Urson—you’re bleeding everywhere. Take your sister to the back and wake her up. Did I not say you were ill-prepared to carry a weapon?” Narelle lectures as she avoids the spilled blood. “Please forgive my grandchildren. They took our task of protecting the books from any riders who aren’t…you a little too seriously.” She sinks into the chair. “Thank you, young man,” she says to Xaden, then gives him a second look before glancing at Dain. “My, the Continent does have some fine-looking men.

Did you two ride a lot when you were younger?” Xaden asks as we pass by a tavern, and more than one mug of ale spills onto white tunics at the outdoor tables at the sight of us. My jaw drops and my head whips in his direction. Leather creaks, and when I glance back, sure enough, Mira is leaning forward in her saddle. “What?” Xaden looks at me, then lifts his brows and glances back at the others. Cat stares at him like he’s grown another head. Dain’s wearing two lines between his brows like he can’t quite figure out if this is a trick question, and Ridoc grins like he’s got front-row tickets to a play. Xaden’s gaze jumps to mine for a second before returning to the road as we take the fork to the right, leading to the market and port according to the rather remarkable signage jammed between the cobblestone and a large tree. “Am I not allowed to ask about your childhood?” “No,” I blurt. “Of course you are.” “It’s just that you usually act like I didn’t grow up with her,” Dain answers casually. “Like we weren’t best friends.” “I’m so fucking glad I got on this horse,” Ridoc says, gripping his reins tighter.

Sloane wraps her fingers around Dain’s wrist. Her eyes flare, and she swallows. “Someone like you shouldn’t have this much power.

Her brow knits, and Dain flinches. “I’m going to hurt you.” “Gods, don’t I know it.” He nods.

Thank you, young man,” she says to Xaden, then gives him a second look before glancing at Dain. “My, the Continent does have some fine-looking men.

Dain’s too honorable to wield in a challenge, but you’ll find that my sense of morality has learned to…waver.

For better or worse, my fate rests in the hands of Dain Aetos.

Don’t worry’ and ‘Dain’ do not belong in the same sentence.

Dain isn’t the strongest!” Andarna repeats, and this time, I get the point. I am. Aura whips off her glove and flares her hand. I throw, releasing my dagger a second before flame erupts from her palm. The steel pins her glove to the wooden support of the dais.

She wiggles her finger at Xaden. “I heard you saying you’d kill my grandson if he took another step toward your beloved, young man. How illogically, toxically romantic of you. Have to admit, that kind of confident violence isn’t what I pictured when Asher talked about you, but the brown hair, those…I guess they’re brown eyes, and how utterly smitten he predicted you two would eventually be for each other? Well, he described you almost perfectly, Dain Aetos.” Oh, fucking kill me now. My mouth opens, then shuts. Xaden raises both eyebrows and presses his lips between his teeth. Dain rubs the back of his neck. Mira snorts once, covers her mouth with her hand, then doubles over laughing. “I’m sorry,” she forces out and straightens, quickly masking her face and clearing her throat, but she slips again, her shoulders shaking. “I can’t. I just can’t. I need a second.” She walks behind the row of shelves, hopefully to compose herself. My face feels like it’s been blasted by dragon fire.

Weird. There’s no mark at the back of his neck like he carries on his palm. There hadn’t been one on Dain’s wrist, either.

Have to admit, that kind of confident violence isn’t what I pictured when Asher talked about you, but the brown hair, those…I guess they’re brown eyes, and how utterly smitten he predicted you two would eventually be for each other? Well, he described you almost perfectly, Dain Aetos.

Her brow knits, and Dain flinches. “I’m going to hurt you.

Eyes here,” Dain says, and Sloane looks his way. “Pull from the excess you feel in me, and push to the deficit in him. You’re not a weapon of destruction. You’re not venin. You’re the artery power chooses to flow through. You’re life.

Dad?” Dain stands. Aetos’s head swivels toward Dain, and his mouth twists into a sneer. “I have no son.

You get one chance to form your own squad, and you choose your ex, your current lover, the quadrant’s resident smart-ass, two people who have tried to kill you in the past year—one over said current lover—and whatever Dain is?

Dain isn’t the strongest!” Andarna repeats, and this time, I get the point. I am. Aura whips off her glove and flares her hand. I throw, releasing my dagger a second before flame erupts from her palm. The steel pins her glove to the wooden support of the dais. Aura gasps, and the flame dies before it can touch Dain, her head tracking the loss of her glove before whipping toward me. Her eyes narrow. “Sorrengail.” “Violet, no,” Dain protests. “‘Rebel’ is so…outdated. We prefer the term ‘revolutionary,’” I inform Aura, taking a measured step in her direction and welcoming the crackle of sizzling power in my fingertips. “And if you’re going to wield, then it’s me you’ll be dealing with.

Always will.” He offers me a hint of a smile before turning toward the dormitory. When I look over to Xaden, I find him watching, his scarred eyebrow rising as his gaze jumps to Dain before finding mine again. My eyes narrow. Is that… No, it can’t be jealousy, can it?

What could be so fucking important that you’re trying to ruin my one evening?” Xaden snaps. “A messenger came,” Dain says. “King Courtlyn has decided to keep Halden.” My stomach pitches. “Too fucking bad for Halden.” Xaden shrugs.

Sorrengail.” “Violet, no,” Dain protests. “‘Rebel’ is so…outdated. We prefer the term ‘revolutionary,’” I inform Aura, taking a measured step in her direction and welcoming the crackle of sizzling power in my fingertips. “And if you’re going to wield, then it’s me you’ll be dealing with.

Thank you, young man,” she says to Xaden, then gives him a second look before glancing at Dain. “My, the Continent does have some fine-looking men.” A corner of Xaden’s mouth quirks upward, and I can’t help but silently agree with her.

Dain replies slowly from my right, the words coming out like he’s in pain. Aaric sighs from beside Xaden, then proceeds to speak like he was freaking born here.

Eyes here,” Dain says, and Sloane looks his way. “Pull from the excess you feel in me, and push to the deficit in him. You’re not a weapon of destruction. You’re not venin. You’re the artery power chooses to flow through. You’re life.” Her brow knits, and Dain flinches. “I’m going to hurt you.” “Gods, don’t I know it.” He nods. “But you’re not going to kill me, no matter how badly you want to. Now do it.

Narelle leans forward and lifts her eyebrows. “He was having sex with a professor?” “Mom!” Leona chides. “What a fucking asshole,” Dain mutters. “Why didn’t you tell me?” “What were you going to do? Punch out the crown prince of Navarre?” I counter. Dain’s brow furrows. “Yes,” Xaden answers. “Still might.

She wiggles her finger at Xaden. “I heard you saying you’d kill my grandson if he took another step toward your beloved, young man. How illogically, toxically romantic of you. Have to admit, that kind of confident violence isn’t what I pictured when Asher talked about you, but the brown hair, those…I guess they’re brown eyes, and how utterly smitten he predicted you two would eventually be for each other? Well, he described you almost perfectly, Dain Aetos.

He’ll be in Calldyr next weekend.” Dain nods as if making a choice. “We’ll get your father’s research then.

You get one chance to form your own squad, and you choose your ex, your current lover, the quadrant’s resident smart-ass, two people who have tried to kill you in the past year—one over said current lover—and whatever Dain is? These are your choices for the most important mission any rider could possibly undertake?

How did Dain turn out halfway normal with that prick as a father?” “Language,” Maren hisses, though I doubt the boys heard her, considering they’ve both nodded off. “He had ours, too,

How did Dain turn out halfway normal with that prick as a father?” “Language,” Maren hisses, though I doubt the boys heard her, considering they’ve both nodded off. “He had ours, too,” Brennan replies to Ridoc.

Don’t worry, Dain’s agreed to help me find it.” Xaden cracks his neck. “‘Don’t worry’ and ‘Dain’ do not belong in the same sentence.

A messenger came,” Dain says. “King Courtlyn has decided to keep Halden.” My stomach pitches. “Too fucking bad for Halden.” Xaden shrugs. “Xaden!” I lift my brows at him, and his mouth tightens.

We could really use Dain right about now.” “I could live the rest of my life without ever hearing you say that again.

Dain’s card reveals a hand, and when he offers his to the woman who walks over to him, she slaps him across the face so hard his head turns in our direction.

There’s no mark at the back of his neck like he carries on his palm. There hadn’t been one on Dain’s wrist, either.

Have to admit, that kind of confident violence isn’t what I pictured when Asher talked about you, but the brown hair, those...I guess they’re brown eyes, and how utterly smitten he predicted you two would eventually be for each other? Well, he described you almost perfectly, Dain Aetos.

A messenger came,” Dain says. “King Courtlyn has decided to keep Halden.” My stomach pitches. “Too fucking bad for Halden.” Xaden shrugs.