More on this book
Community
Kindle Notes & Highlights
“I think you know how this shall go, Aelin of the Wildfire.” Aelin said nothing. Maeve gave a nod. Cairn shoved her forward, right into the glass. Her bare feet sliced open, new skin shrieking as it ripped. She inhaled sharply through her teeth, swallowing her cry just as Cairn pushed her onto her knees.
“I’ll be as quick as I can.” Biting her lip hard enough to draw blood, Aelin turned her head away while the first piece of glass slid from her knee. Flesh and sinew sundered anew. Salt overpowered the tang of her blood, and she knew he was crying. The scent of their tears filled the tiny room as he worked. Neither of them said a word.
Ren Allsbrook had even commissioned plated armor for the leopard’s chest, sides, and flanks. So light as to not be a hindrance, but solid enough that the three blows she’d been too slow to stop—an arrow to the side, then two slashes from enemy swords—had been deflected.
Glennis let her arrow fly, and Dorian echoed her blow with one of his own. A lance of solid ice, careening for the exposed, mottled chest. Both arrow and ice spear drove home, and black blood spewed downward—before the wyvern and rider went crashing into a peak, and flipped over the cliff face. Glennis grinned, that aged face lighting. “I struck first.” She drew another arrow. Such lightness, even in the face of an ambush. “I wish you were my great-grandmother,” Dorian muttered, and readied his next blow.
Manon surveyed the tight space, the second bedroll and blanket. “Thirteen is an uneven number,” she said by way of explanation. “I’ve always had a tent to myself.” “Sorry to ruin that for you.” She cut him a drily amused glance before seating herself on the bedroll and unlacing her boots.
“Erawan likes to play his little mind games, to drum up fear. Let him wonder and worry why Aelin hasn’t wielded hers yet. Contemplate if she’s storing it up for something grand.” A roguish wink at her. “I do hope it will be horrific.” Lysandra gave the queen a slash of a smile. “Oh, it will be.”
“Your secret is safe,” Nox murmured. “Celaena—Aelin was a friend. Is still one, I’d hope.” “How.” She’d admit no more than that regarding her role in this. “We fought in the competition together at the glass castle.” He snorted. “I had no idea until today. Gods, I was there for Minister Joval as a spy for the rebels. It was my first time out of Perranth. My first time, and I wound up unwittingly training alongside my queen.”
“Don’t you talk to him like that,” Yrene said with dangerous calm. His father ignored her. But Yrene stepped up to Chaol’s side once more. “I am the heir apparent to the Healer on High of the Torre Cesme. I came at your son’s behest, back to the lands of my birth, to help in this war, along with two hundred healers from the Torre itself. Your son spent the last several months forging an alliance with the khaganate, and now all of the khagan’s armies sail to this continent to save your people. So while you sit here in your miserable keep, tossing insults at him, know that he has done what no
...more
Elide didn’t back down for a heartbeat. “I’m going to ask after Cairn.” They all stilled. Rowan wasn’t entirely certain he’d heard her correctly. Elide steadily surveyed them. “Surely a young, mortal woman is allowed to inquire about a Fae male who jilted her.” Lorcan went pale as the moon above them. “Elide.” When she didn’t reply, Lorcan whirled on Rowan. “We’ll scout, there’s another way to—”
“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—
He shredded into it, biting and tearing with every scrap of defiance he possessed. Let it kill him, wreck him. He would not serve. Not another heartbeat. He would not obey. He would not obey. And slowly, Fenrys got to his feet.