Spared by the Crochan Queen on behalf of the daughter who had given Manon the gift of speaking to the Ironteeth. Within seconds, the Blueblood Matron was in the skies, the Yellowlegs witch’s wyvern soaring beside her. Leaving Manon’s grandmother alone. Leaving Manon with swords raised and a crown of stars glowing upon her brow. Manon was glowing, as if the stars atop her head pulsed through her body. A wondrous and mighty beauty, like no other in the world. Like no one had ever been, or would be again.
