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Queen Maeve of the Fae. Maeve knew everything—as was expected when you were older than dirt.
Varese, the city where her mother had been born; the vibrant heart of the kingdom.
“Rowan.”
Her true enemy. The Havilliard Empire.
Celaena was Aelin Ashryver Galathynius,
Aedion Ashryver—the
Wat traitor?
General of the North and
cousin to Aelin Galathyni...
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Aedion was a prince of the Ashryver royal line and had been raised in the Galathynius household—and yet he served the king.
black ring—the same that the king, Perrington, and most of those under their control wore. That explained why the king allowed the insolence: when it came down to it, the king’s will truly was Aedion’s.
When Dorian and his father had visited Terrasen in the days before the royal family was slaughtered. When Dorian had met Aelin—met Celaena.
at his face, at his eyes …
Dorian is not stupid
“The Sword of Orynth,” Aedion drawled. “A gift from His Majesty upon my first victory.”
had been Mab, one of the three Fae-Queens, in recent generations crowned a goddess and renamed Deanna, Lady of the Hunt. Chaol swallowed hard.
Manon Blackbeak, heir to the Blackbeak Witch-Clan, and she had been here for weeks, pretending to be a Crochan witch in the hope that it would flush out the real ones.
They had always known her, the Little Folk. Even when Adarlan’s shadow had covered the continent, they still recognized what she was. Small gifts left at campsites—a fresh fish, a leaf full of blackberries, a crown of flowers. She’d ignored them, and stayed out of Oakwald Forest as much as she could.
Maeve’s obsidian eyes flicked to Rowan,
“They broke my laws, you know. Your parents disobeyed my commands when they eloped.
the ability to summon and manipulate flame. So few exist who possess more than an ember of it; fewer still who can master its wildness. And yet your mother wanted you to stifle your power—though she knew that I only wanted you to submit to it.”
He shall train you here.
Chaol part 2
wish you to become who you were born to be. To become queen.”
she could have sworn she could read the unspoken words in his
Manon Blackbeak
perhaps a remnant of cologne.
Archerd? Arobyn?
The gold-speckled eyes were the most cherished trait in their Clan for a reason Manon had never bothered to learn—and
vs gold ringed like ashryver
The Ferian Gap—the deadly, blasted bit of land between the White Fang and
Ruhnn Mountains, and one of the few passes between the fertile lands of the east and the Western Wastes.
“The king needs riders,” Mother Blackbeak said, still staring at the horizon. “Riders for his wyverns—to be his aerial cavalry. He’s been breeding them in the Gap all these years.”
And you are not one of them.
Bitfg
most grievously injured patients, she had said to the prince, “I am not going to tell anyone. But right now, you are going to help me knock this table over, and then you are going to help me clean this up.”
of woman. Until he’d stopped outside this building and that cloaked figure with the twin blades approached him.
Chaol found Aedion and a familiar-looking old man staring down at him. The one who had begged Celaena to stop that night in the warehouse. There was nothing remarkable about the old man;
Aedion smiled broadly as he yanked the black ring off his finger. “The day the king presented me with the Sword of Orynth, he also offered me a ring. Thanks to my heritage, my senses are … sharper. I thought the ring smelled strange—and knew only a fool would accept that kind of gift from him.
AMazing i knew it
butcher. Aedion was a traitor. But not to Terrasen.
prayer for forgiveness, Chaol looked straight at Aedion. “Aelin is alive.”
Dumb bitch
Cousin—that had been his most beloved title. Cousin, kin, protector.
Ren, heir and Lord of Allsbrook, had trained with Aedion as a child—and had once been his rival. Ten years ago, Ren and his grandfather, Murtaugh,
blood and conquest, the King of Adarlan had snatched the blade from Rhoe Galathynius’s cooling body and brought it to Rifthold.
Even though he’d been thirteen, and even though he’d been forty miles away in Orynth when Aelin had been killed on the country estate, he should have stopped it. He’d been sent to her land upon his mother’s death to become Aelin’s sword and shield, to serve in the court she was supposed to have ruled, that child of kings.
Terrasen’s capital, Orynth, its once-shining tower now a slab of filthy white stone, was well on its way to falling into this level of poverty and despair. But maybe, someday soon …
No, she wanted to rip his throat out—rip it out with the elongated canines she bared at him as she finished shifting and roared.
Celaena dropped to her knees. As she clutched at her neck as if she could claw open an airway for herself, Rowan’s boots appeared in the field of her vision. He’d pulled the air out—suffocated her fire. Such power, such control. Maeve had not given her an instructor with similar abilities—she’d instead sent someone with power capable of smothering her fire, someone who wouldn’t mind doing it should she become a threat.
“The people you love are just weapons that will be used against you.”
With the fire and the pounding
She lit fire? Dummy
“Surprise,” she hissed. The world erupted in blue wildfire.
“That’s how our enemies will sometimes try to fight against us if they don’t have magic—iron everything.”
Wanted was a mortal word. Titus was hers.
Manon, eyes still upon the beast, said, “He’s mine.” He
had saved her life. Not by coincidence, but by choice. He’d felt the current running between them, too. “What?”
Because she was Manon Blackbeak, and she’d never failed at anything. And there would be nothing better than watching Abraxos bite off Iskra’s head on the battlefield.
