Chapter 72
CHAPTER 72 From a distance, the Ferian Gap did not look like the outpost for a good number of Morath’s aerial legion. Nor did it look, Nesryn decided, like it had been breeding wyverns for years. She supposed that the lack of any obvious signs of a Valg king’s presence was part of why it […]
Chapter 71
CHAPTER 71 Dorian’s magic struggled, roaring as her dark power held him in its net. If he could turn into a wyvern and rip her head off … But Maeve smiled, weary and amused, and lifted her foot from his poor tail. Then released her grip on his magic. He shuddered at the dark, festering […]
Chapter 70
CHAPTER 70 The Queen of the Fae had come to Morath. Dorian forced his heartbeat to calm, his breathing to steady as Maeve sipped from her wine. “You do not know me, then,” the Fae Queen said, studying the Valg king. Erawan paused, goblet half-raised to his lips. “Are you not Maeve, Queen of Doranelle?” […]
Chapter 69
CHAPTER 69 Orynth had not been this quiet since the day Aedion and the remnants of Terrasen’s court had marched to Theralis. Even then, there had been a hum to the ancient city erected between the mouth of the Florine and the edge of the Staghorns, Oakwald a ripple of wood to the west. Then, […]
Chapter 68
CHAPTER 68 The black towers of Morath rose above the smoking forges and campfires of the valley below like a cluster of dark swords raised to the sky. They jutted into the low clouds, some broken and chipped, some still standing proud. The wrath and final act of Kaltain Rompier written all over them. Spreading […]
Chapter 67
CHAPTER 67 Rowan followed Aelin as she meandered across the battlefield, to the edge of the Silver Lake. She stopped only now and then to pick up any worthwhile enemy weapons. There were few. The others had dispersed, Gavriel lingering to learn how Yrene healed the Valg, Fenrys heading off with Chaol to meet with […]
Chapter 66
CHAPTER 66 Aelin awoke to the scent of pine and snow, and knew she was home. Not in Terrasen, not yet, but in the sense she would always be home, if Rowan was with her. His steady breaths filled her right ear, the sound of the well and truly asleep, and the arm he’d draped […]
Chapter 65
CHAPTER 65 Dorian had gone to Morath. Had flown from the camp on wings of his own making. He would have chosen some sort of small, ordinary bird, Manon knew. Something even the Thirteen would not have noted. Manon stood at the edge of the outlook, gazing eastward. Crunching snow told her Asterin approached. “He […]
Chapter 64
CHAPTER 64 Hours later, Yrene was still shaking. At the disaster they’d narrowly avoided, at the deaths she’d witnessed before that wave had struck, at the power of the queen on the plain. The power of the prince who had prevented the ensuing steam from boiling alive any caught in its path. Yrene had thrown […]
Chapter 63
CHAPTER 63 Aedion and Kyllian kept their panicking troops in line as they marched, all the way to the banks of the Florine. There was no use running northward. Not when the bone drums began pounding. And grew louder with every passing minute that Aedion ordered their legion into formation. Stalking for the front lines, […]