Chapter 62
CHAPTER 62 The Crochans did not scatter to the winds. As one, the Thirteen and the Crochans flew to the southwest, toward the outer reaches of the Fangs. To another secret camp, since the location of the other was well and truly compromised. Farther from Terrasen, but closer to Morath, at least. A small comfort, […]
Chapter 61
CHAPTER 61 Agony was a song in Lorcan’s blood, his bones, his breath. Every step of the horse, every leap she made over body and debris, sent it ringing afresh. There was no end, no mercy from it. It was all he could do to keep in the saddle, to cling to consciousness. To keep […]
Chapter 60
CHAPTER 60 Rowan knew his magic would merely delay the inevitable. He’d debated flying to the dam, to see if he might hold the structure in place for just long enough, if he could not halt the river entirely, but the force of the thing on the other side … it could not be stopped. […]
Chapter 59
CHAPTER 59 The khagan’s army took no prisoners. A few of Morath’s soldiers tried to escape into the city. Standing beside Aelin on the keep battlements, Rowan watched the ruks pick them off with lethal efficiency. His ears still rang with the din of battle, his breath a rasping beat echoed by Aelin. Already, the […]
Chapter 58
CHAPTER 58 Elide wasn’t even on the battlements, and she already wished to never endure another war again. The soldiers who were hauled in, their injuries … She didn’t know how the healers were so calm. How Yrene Westfall worked so steadily while a man was screaming, screaming, screaming as his internal organs poked through […]
Chapter 57
CHAPTER 57 An hour before dawn, the keep and two armies beyond it were stirring. Rowan had barely slept, and instead lain awake beside Aelin, listening to her breathing. That the rest of them slumbered soundly was testament to their exhaustion, though Lorcan had not found them again. Rowan was willing to bet it was […]
Chapter 56
CHAPTER 56 The three High Witches had come alone. It didn’t stop the Crochans from rallying, brooms swiftly airborne—a few of them trembling with what could only be recognition. Manon’s grip on Wind-Cleaver tightened at the slight tremor in her hand as the three witches landed at the edge of Glennis’s fire, their wyverns crushing […]
Chapter 55
CHAPTER 55 Being in a female form wasn’t entirely what Dorian had expected. The way he walked, the way he moved his hips and legs—strange. So disconcertingly strange. If any of the Crochans had noticed a young witch amongst them pacing in circles, crouching and stretching her legs, they didn’t halt their work as they […]
Chapter 54
CHAPTER 54 Chaol hand-fed an apple to Farasha, the beautiful black mare skittish after her unprecedented flight. It seemed even Hellas’s horse could be frightened, though Chaol supposed any wise person would find dangling hundreds of feet in the air to be unnerving. “Someone else could do that for you.” Leaning against the stable wall […]
Chapter 53
CHAPTER 53 Someone had set fire to her thigh. Not Aelin, because Aelin was gone, sealed in an iron sarcophagus and taken across the sea. But someone had burned her down to the bone, so thoroughly that the slightest of movements on wherever she lay—a bed? A cot?—sent agony searing through her. Lysandra cracked open […]