When the pages run out: Onyx Storm

I closed Onyx Storm today, and for a while I just sat there—quiet, teary, suspended. It’s a strange sort of heartbreak, the kind that comes when a story you’ve lived inside suddenly stops and the rest of it drifts just out of reach. Months, maybe years, before I’ll know what becomes of Violet and Xaden. Book 4 can’t come soon enough.

What stays with me now is the weight of their choices. Sometimes it’s simply the hope we keep alive while we wait, the way we hold on to love and loyalty in the in-between. And so I wait, heart still caught in the storm.