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Fireheart, why do you cry? And from far away, deep within her, Aelin whispered toward that ray of memory, Because I am lost. And I do not know the way.
For that’s what they would be. Had never been before, but what Fenrys had done for Aelin … Yes, brother was what Rowan would call him. Even
what was lost has come home again. I hail thee, Manon Crochan, Queen of Witches.”
She loved him, but she hated herself for it.
Her chin lifted. “You are not asking our other allies to run.” “Because I am not in love with our other allies.”
Her Second, her cousin, her friend, smiled, eyes bright as stars. “Live, Manon.”
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She passed through a world of snowcapped mountains under shining stars. Passed over one of those mountains, where a winged male stood beside a heavily pregnant female, gazing at those very stars. Fae.
Took Yrene Westfall by the hand to guide her to the front. Then Manon Blackbeak. Elide Lochan. Lysandra. Evangeline. Nesryn Faliq. Borte and Hasar and Ansel of Briarcliff. All the women who had fought by her side, or from afar. Who had bled and sacrificed and never given up hope that this day might come.
