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“Hello, witchling.”
“Hello, princeling.”
Then Manon Blackbeak whirled and brought Wind-Cleaver down upon her grandmother.
“The world,” Aelin said, “will be saved and remade by the dreamers, Rolfe.”
than rubies and emeralds and sapphires into her heart, her soul, “I love you. There is no limit to what I can give to you, no time I need. Even when this world is a forgotten whisper of dust between the stars, I will love you.”
The Queen of Flame and Shadow, the Heir of Fire, Aelin of the Wildfire, Fireheart …
Unleashing a cry that set the world trembling, Prince Rowan Whitethorn Galathynius, Consort of the Queen of Terrasen, began the hunt to find his wife.
