Chapter 92
CHAPTER 92 Aelin didn’t say that asking them to vote hadn’t just been about letting them decide, as free peoples of the world, how to seal its fate. She didn’t say that it had also been a coward’s thing to do. To let someone else decide for her. To choose the road ahead. They camped […]
Chapter 91
CHAPTER 91 Dorian hadn’t believed it—hadn’t dared to hope for what he saw. A foreign army, marching northward. An army he’d grown up studying. There were the khagan’s foot soldiers, and the Darghan cavalry. There were the legendary ruks, magnificent and proud, soaring above them in a sea of wings. He’d aimed as close to […]
Chapter 90
CHAPTER 90 Manon sank to the stones of the castle battlements and did not move for a long, long while. She didn’t hear those who spoke to her, who touched her shoulder. Didn’t feel the cold. The sun arced and descended. At some point, she lay down upon the stones, curled against the wall. When […]
Chapter 89
CHAPTER 89 Iskra’s bull gripped him by the neck, but Abraxos kept them in the air. At the sight of those powerful jaws around Abraxos’s throat, the fear and pain in his eyes — Manon couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think around the terror rushing through her, so blinding and sickening that for a few heartbeats, she […]
Chapter 88
CHAPTER 88 Aedion’s arm and ribs were on fire. Worse than the searing heat of the firelances, worse than any level of Hellas’s burning realm. He’d regained consciousness as the healer began her first stitches. Had clamped down on the leather bit she’d offered and roared around the pain while she sewed him up. By […]
Chapter 87
CHAPTER 87 Even moving as fast as they could, the khagan’s army was too slow. Too slow, and too large, to reach Terrasen in time. In the week that they’d been pushing northward, Aelin begging Oakwald, the Little Folk, and Brannon for forgiveness as she razed a path through the forest, they were only just […]
Chapter 86
CHAPTER 86 “Focus on the ladder,” Aedion snarled to the soldiers shrinking from the handsome demon prince who stepped onto the city walls as if he were merely entering a room. He wore no armor. Nothing but a black tunic cut to his lithe body. The Valg prince smiled. “Prince Aedion,” purred the thing inside […]
Chapter 85
CHAPTER 85 Manon and the Thirteen shot into the skies as the Crochan army flowed below, a red tide rushing toward the sea of black ahead. Forcing the Ironteeth legion to choose: their ancient enemies or their new ones. It was a test, and one Manon had wanted to make early. To see how many […]
Chapter 84
CHAPTER 84 There was no armor left in the castle’s depleted arsenal. And none would have fit wyverns anyway. What had survived Adarlan’s occupation or been acquired since its fall had been distributed, and though Prince Aedion had offered to have a blacksmith weld sheets of metal to form breastplates, Manon had taken one look […]
Chapter 83
CHAPTER 83 Dorian flew and flew. Along the spine of the Fangs, Oakwald a winter-bare sprawl to his right, he soared northward for nearly two days before he dared to stop. Picking a clearing amid a tangle of ancient trees, he crashed through the branches, hardly registering the sting through his thick wyvern’s hide. He […]