Chapter 18
CHAPTER 18 No one in Anielle or the gray-stoned keep looming over its southern edge shouted with alarm at the ruk that descended from the skies and alit upon the battlements. The keep sentries who’d been on watch had only drawn their weapons, one racing into the dim interior, and pointed them at Chaol and […]
Chapter no 22
Reshmina crouched low, staring down at a sea of poppy flowers wedged between two steep canyon walls. They were bright and pink, and swayed gently in the mountain breeze. And they were right in Reshmina’s path. Reshmina carefully climbed down the ridge and stood at the edge of the poppy field. How strange to see […]
Chapter 17
CHAPTER 17 Lysandra ducked, but not fast enough to avoid the lash of power that sliced down her arm. She hit the ground, rolling, as she’d learned under Arobynn’s careful tutelage. But Aedion was already in front of her, sword out. Defending his queen. A flash of light and cold—from Enda and Sellene—and the Morath […]
Chapter no 21
A plane had hit the South Tower. A second plane. Brandon still couldn’t believe it. But he’d seen it. Flying in, turning at the last second so that it hit the South Tower full on. Not an accident. Deliberate. An attack. But by whom? And why? Brandon was so distracted he almost tripped as he […]
Chapter 16
CHAPTER 16 Darrow was waiting on horseback atop a hill when the army finally arrived at nightfall. A full day’s march, the snow and wind whipping them for every damned mile. Aedion, atop his own horse, broke from the column of soldiers aiming for the small camp and galloped across the ice-crusted snow to the […]
Chapter no 20
Reshmina ran to look over the edge of the mountain where Pasoon had aimed his rifle, and she pulled back in surprise. The American camp, the one Pasoon had shot at years ago, was abandoned now. The Taliban had torn down the tin roofs and painted insults on the rock barriers, but nobody was there. […]
Chapter 15
CHAPTER 15 She was a liar, and a killer, and would likely have to be both again before this was through. But Manon had no regrets about what she’d done. Had no room in her for regret. Not with time bearing down on them, not with so much resting on their shoulders. For long hours […]
Chapter no 19
Brandon dialed the office number for Windows on the World from memory, his heart racing. The line buzzed with a busy signal. No, Brandon thought. No no no no no. Please tell me their phones aren’t out. Maybe he’d dialed the number wrong. His hands were shaking as he hung up and dialed again. He […]
Chapter 14
CHAPTER 14 The Crochans stood down—under the orders of Manon’s so-called great-grandmother. Glennis. She had demanded how, what the lineage was, but Glennis had only beckoned Manon to follow her into the camp. At least two dozen other witches tended to the several fire pits scattered amongst the white tents, all of them halting their […]
Chapter no 18
“Pasoon?” Reshmina called. She didn’t understand. One minute, Pasoon had been right in front of her, and the next—poof. He was gone. But how? The path they’d been following stretched slowly and steadily up the hill. You could see up to the next ridge, and all the way down into the ravine below. And there […]