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“Run.” Then Manon Blackbeak whirled and brought Wind-Cleaver down upon her grandmother.
My name is Aelin Ashryver Galathynius … And I will not be afraid.
“I’m here,” Elide said as Aelin fixed those unnervingly vivid eyes on her, “because of Kaltain Rompier.”
“It is not such a hard thing, is it—to die for your friends.”
A wyvern. A wyvern with shimmering wings. And behind it, descending upon the Fae fleet with wicked delight, flew twelve others.
Oh my god I FKING LOVE THESE BOOKS
Rowan hissed, “Where is my wife?”
