Chapter 82
CHAPTER 82 Every Crochan who could fly and wield a sword had come. For days, they had raced northward, keeping deep to the mountains, then cutting low over Oakwald before making a wide circuit to avoid Morath’s detection. Indeed, as Manon and the Thirteen perched on the city walls, the Crochans streaming overhead while they […]
Chapter 81
CHAPTER 81 “One hundred thousand,” Ren breathed, warming his hands before the roaring fire in the Great Hall. They had lost two of the Silent Assassins to Morath archers seeking retaliation for the destruction of the witch towers, but no more than that, mercifully. Still, the evening meal had been somber. No one had really […]
Chapter 80
CHAPTER 80 The room was spinning slightly. Even the droplet of her mother’s magic couldn’t steady her. Worse. Worse than anything Aelin had imagined hearing from Vernon’s lips. “Did Maeve bring her army?” Her cool, unruffled voice sounded far, far away. “She brought no one but herself.” “No army—none at all?” Vernon drank again. “Not […]
Chapter 79
CHAPTER 79 Yrene hated the Ferian Gap. Hated the tight air between the two gargantuan peaks, hated the bones and wyvern refuse littering the rocky floor, hated the reek that slithered from whatever openings had been carved into the mountains. At least it was empty. Though they had not yet decided if that was a […]
Chapter 78
CHAPTER 78 He was in Erawan’s room, and yet not. Maeve purred to him, “The key, if you will.” Dorian’s hand slid into his pocket. To the sliver inside. “And then we shall retrieve the others,” she continued, and beckoned to the portal through which they had both come. He followed her, pulling the shard […]
Chapter 77
CHAPTER 77 Dorian didn’t know what he had expected from a Valg king’s chamber, but the four- poster bed of carved black wood, the washstand and desk, would have been low on his list of guesses. Nothing extraordinary. No trove of stolen, ancient weapons or heirlooms, no bubbling potions or spellbooks, no snarling beasts in […]
Chapter 76
CHAPTER 76 “It’s possible—to show a different world?” Dorian asked Maeve when they were again in their tower room. Maeve slid into a chair, her face distant. “Using mirrors, yes.” Dorian lifted a brow. “You have seen yourself the power of witch mirrors. What it did to Aelin Galathynius and Manon Blackbeak. Who do you […]
Chapter 75
CHAPTER 75 Darrow and the other Terrasen lords had spent their time wisely these past few months, thank the gods, and Orynth was well stocked against the siege marching closer with each passing hour. Food, weapons, healing supplies, plans for where the citizens might sleep should they flee into the castle, reinforcements at the places […]
Chapter 74
CHAPTER 74 As one, the guards outside Erawan’s tower walked away. Alone, the Valg king blocking the doorway to his tower, Maeve said, “Does that mean I am welcome?” She loosened her grip on her cloak, the front folds falling open to reveal the sheer gown. Erawan’s golden eyes surveyed every inch. Then her face. […]
Chapter 73
CHAPTER 73 Dorian hunted through Morath in a hundred different skins. On the silent feet of a cat, or scuttling along the floors as a cockroach, or hanging from a rafter as a bat, he spent the better part of a week listening. Looking. Erawan still remained unaware of his presence. Perhaps the nature of […]