Chapter 112
CHAPTER 112 Atop the highest tower of the castle of Orynth, on the broad balcony that overlooked the world far below, the healer sent out another flare of power. The white glow seared the night, casting the tower stones in stark relief. A beacon, a challenge to the dark king who battled Aelin Galathynius below. […]
Chapter 111
CHAPTER 111 Nesryn had not anticipated the ilken. How terrible even a few dozen would be. Nimble and vicious, they swept over the front lines of Morath’s teeming ranks. Black as the fallen night and more than eager to meet the ruks in combat. Sartaq had given the order to unleash whatever burning arrows they […]
Chapter 110
CHAPTER 110 Her name was Aelin Ashryver Whitethorn Galathynius. And she would not be afraid. Maeve and Erawan halted. So did the army poised behind them, a final blow of the hammer, ready to land upon Orynth. The magic in her veins was little more than a sputtering ember. But they did not know that. […]
Chapter 109
CHAPTER 109 Chaol’s back strained, pain lashing down his spine. Whether from his wife’s healing within the castle walls or from the hours of fighting, he had no idea. Didn’t care, as he and Dorian galloped through the southern gate into Orynth, the two of them little more than unmarked riders amid the army racing […]
Chapter 108
CHAPTER 108 Morath’s soldiers clawed and crawled over the fallen wyvern blocking their path. They filled the archway, the passage. A golden shield held them at bay. But not for long. Yet the reprieve Gavriel bought them allowed the Bane to drain the last dregs of their waterskins, to pluck up fallen weapons. Aedion panted, […]
Chapter 107
CHAPTER 107 Rowan’s breath was a steady rasp in his throat as he charged through the lines of Valg soldiers, screaming ringing out around him. Nearby, cutting a swath through Morath’s masses, Aelin and the Lord of the North fought. Soldiers swarmed, but neither queen nor stag balked. Not when Aelin’s flame, reduced as it […]
Chapter 106
CHAPTER 106 Through the ancient, forgotten pathways of Oakwald, through the Perranth Mountains, the Lord of the North and Little Folk had led them. Swift and unfaltering, racing against doom, they had made their last push northward. They had barely stopped to rest. Had left any unnecessary supplies behind. The ruk scouts had not dared […]
Chapter 105
CHAPTER 105 Blood rained over the battlefield. Blood and arrows, so many that as they found marks in Lysandra’s flank, her wings, it barely registered. Morath had been reserving its arsenal. Until today. With the dawn, they had unleashed such a torrent of arrows that getting into the skies had been a lethal gauntlet. She […]
Chapter 104
CHAPTER 104 The sweat and blood on him quickly freezing, Aedion panted as he leaned against the battered city walls and watched the encamped enemy pull back for the night. A sick sort of joke, a cruel torment, for Morath to halt at each sundown. As if it were some sort of civility, as if […]
Chapter 103
CHAPTER 103 The storm had halted their army entirely. On the first morning, it raged so fiercely that Rowan hadn’t been able to see a few feet before him. Ruks had been grounded, and only the hardiest of scouts had been sent out—on land. So the army sat there. Not fifty miles over Terrasen’s border. […]