Kingdom of Ash (Throne of Glass, #7)

by Sarah J. Maas

Manon peered up at the ancient witch. “Fly well.” It was really all there was left to say. Manon’s failure was not due to Glennis, not due to anyone but herself, she supposed. You’re afraid. It was true. She had tried, but not really tried to win the Crochans. To let them see any part of her that meant something. To let them see what it had done to her, to learn she had a sister and that she had killed her. She didn’t know how, and had never bothered to learn. You’re afraid. Yes, she was. Of everything. Glennis lowered her hand from Manon’s shoulder. “May your path carry you safely through war and back home at last.” She didn’t feel like telling the crone there was no home for her, or the Thirteen. Glennis turned her face toward the sky, sighing once. Then her white brows narrowed. Her nostrils flared. Manon leapt to her feet. “Run,” Glennis breathed. “Run now.” Manon drew Wind-Cleaver and did no such thing. “What is it.” “They’re here.” How Glennis had scented them on the wind, Manon didn’t care. Not as three wyverns broke from the clouds, spearing for their camp. She knew those wyverns, almost as well as she knew the three riders who sent the Crochans into a frenzy of motion. The Matrons of the Ironteeth Witch-Clans had found them. And come to finish what Manon had started that day in Morath.