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decided not to kill her assigned targets.
Ashryvers and their ancestors took safety very, very seriously.
She had made a vow—a vow to free Eyllwe.
Only ash and an abyss and the unbreakable vow she’d carved into her flesh, to the friend who had seen her for what she truly was.
Every official and soldier she’d seen so far had been similarly … good.
The same way Galan Ashryver, Crown Prince of Wendlyn, was good.
Galan Ashryver rode off into the sunset, off to war and glory and to fight for good and freedom,
All Fae possessed a secondary animal form. Celaena was currently in hers, her mortal human body as animal as the birds
“Rowan.”
That explained why the king allowed the insolence: when it came down to it, the king’s will truly was Aedion’s.
When Dorian had met Aelin—met Celaena.
But as much as he yearned to tell the prince about Celaena,
The warm air hummed, leaving a metallic taste coating her tongue.
They had always known her, the Little Folk.
Her great-grandmother had been Maeve’s sister, proclaimed a goddess when she died.
She didn’t know how she found it in herself to care.
“They still live.”
She was invisible. And glad of it, most days.
But that didn’t stop her from loving him, as she still did, invisible and secret, ever since she’d first laid eyes on him six years ago.
a white barn owl perched on the back of her chair.
Such a rare gift—the ability to summon and manipulate flame.
“A dangerous thing to offer without hearing the price.”
Her whole life had been training, from the moment she was born.
what she could never understand, was just how much that little princess in Terrasen had damned them a decade ago, even worse than Maeve herself had. She had damned them all, and then left the world to burn into ash and dust.
It had been a while—too damn long—but Manon could feel the threads of fate twisting around them, tightening.
There weren’t any servants, just weathered people doing their chores or even helping because they felt like it.
She could almost see the three souls in the kitchen lined up beside each other: theirs bright and clear, hers a flickering black flame.
Do not let that light go out. Nehemia’s last words to her that night in the tunnels.
We did have a female wander in with raw magic two years ago—she
smelled like those two prisoners she’d seen with the duke. In fact, this whole place reeked like that. The scent wasn’t natural; it didn’t belong in this world.
Magic was gone, and yet Manon felt the sureness of the moment settle along her bones. She was meant to be here. She’d have Titus or no other.
her eyes met with the endless dark of Titus’s, she smiled at the wyvern. She could have sworn he smiled back.
“you are a coward.”
But when she reached in, toward the place in her chest where that monster dwelled, she found only cobwebs and ashes.
She glimpsed only a flash of pale skin, night-dark hair, unfathomable beauty, and an onyx torque around his strong column of a neck, and—
Not oblivion but actual dark, as if he’d thrown a blanket over the two of them.
Whatever he was, despite his shape, he wasn’t mortal. In his perfection, in those depthless eyes, there was nothing human.
Then she felt the shift and the surge, a well opening beneath her stomach and filling with burning, relentless fire.
ebb and flow, immortal and mortal, mortal and immortal, shifting as fast as a hummingbird’s flapping wings—
We’ve had skinwalkers on the prowl for weeks,
What purpose, then, did his father have in wanting him to return so quickly?
But he had so much to do here, so many things to learn and uncover.
“Name your price, then.”
“Oh, there’s no price.
Wanted to know, so he could have it added to his personal map of the continent.
All the legends of Terrasen were lost to her, and only fragments were strewn through her memories like rubble.
Sorscha nodded and took the insult, as she always did and had always done. That was how she survived, how she had remained invisible all these years.
that it had been their lost queen who came to slaughter them.
“These two said your assassin friend was a rebel sympathizer. That she handed over information to Archer Finn without thinking twice—that she allowed rebels to sneak out of the city when she was commanded to put them down.
Aedion was a traitor. But not to Terrasen.
