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A crown of stars. For the last Crochan Queen.
“We came,”
Aelin Galathynius. To fight for what she promised us.”
Darrow said quietly, “And what was that?” Manon smiled then. “A better world.”
Red cloaks flowing on the wind, they filled the northern skies. So many he could not count them, nor the swords and bows and weapons they bore upon their backs, their brooms flying straight and unwavering.
“We are the Thirteen,” she said. “From now until the Darkness claims us.”
“Live, Manon.”
stars. Passed over one of those mountains, where a winged male stood beside a heavily pregnant female, gazing at those very stars. Fae.
Aelin had come. It was enough.
“I am a god.”
“We’re a long way from Innish,”
The two women who had held the fate of their world between them. Who had saved it.
“For you, Fireheart. All of it is for you.”
