Kingdom of Ash (Throne of Glass, #7)

by Sarah J. Maas

Manon said, “Erawan made them, using methods we’re not quite sure of. He took an ancient template and brought it to life.” For there had been wyverns in Adarlan before—long ago. “He meant to breed a host of thoughtless killers, but some did not turn out as such.” Asterin kept quiet for once. Karsyn spoke at last. “Your wyvern seems like more of a dog than anything.” It was not an insult, Manon reminded herself. The Crochans kept dogs as pets. Adored them, as humans did. “His name is Abraxos,” Manon said. “He is … different.” “He and the blue one are mates.” Asterin started. “They’re what?” The Crochan pointed to the blue mare huddled beside Abraxos. “He is smaller, yet he dotes on her. Nuzzles her when no one is looking.” Manon exchanged a glance with Asterin. Their mounts incessantly flirted, yes, but to mate— “Interesting,” Manon managed to say. “You didn’t know they did such things?” Karsyn’s brows knotted. “We knew they bred.” Asterin stepped in at last. “But we haven’t witnessed it being for … choice.” “For love,” the Crochan said, and Manon nearly rolled her eyes. “These beasts, despite their dark master, are capable of love.” Nonsense, yet some kernel in her realized it to be true. Instead, Manon said, though she already knew, “What’s your name?” But wariness again flooded Karsyn’s eyes, as if remembering whom she spoke to, that there were others who might see them conversing. “Thank you for the broom,” the witch said, and strode between the tents.