“Aelin felt him a heartbeat before he emerged between the distant, night-veiled trees. Too far in the woods to be anything but a ghost, a figment of an ancient god's dream. [...] the Lord of the North standing watch deep in the forest, the white stag's immortal glow muted in the rain, come to bid Aelin Galathynius farewell”
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Sarah J. Maas,
Empire of Storms