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troops where they were ordered, for your utter defeat at the border and the loss of Perranth, you are stri ...

bodies clad in black as well as gold armor in their wake. More Morath soldiers than their own, ...

hand. “The Sword of Orynth, if you will.” Ren started. “You’re out of your mind, Darrow.” Aedion just ...

Morath soldiers fleeing. Nesryn and Salkhi rose back into the air coated in more black blood. High ...

save. For what he’d done to the shifter who had held his heart from the moment she’d shredded ...

breaking to wipe away Morath’s army. With each flap of Salkhi’s wings, it became clearer. What ...

reply before he turned on his heel, aiming for wherever his escort waited beyond the camp’s edge. “Your comm ...

Morath did not care if its own forces were washed away. They would lose today anyway. They would not all ...

Ashryver of his sword. The word spread from campfire to campfire, rippling through the ranks. The soldier wa ...

massive iron bolt before Nesryn did. A bolt fired from a heavy-looking device they must have rolled ...

themselves against the Valg at the start of summer. In the dead heart of winter, he now called himse ...

paths, and arced outward again. Weaving fast as the wind itself. Denying the archers an easy target. An iron bolt ...

the day throbbing. He wouldn’t abandon this army, though. Not as some of the others were murmuring. Even ...

them, too. Those at the battering ram got in another thundering boom against the dam before Sartaq an ...

Aedion knew he’d earned that loyalty long ago. Just as the Bane had earned his. But it didn’t stop ...

followed behind him, soon catching up as Lorcan found himself holding the entrance to the tower against t ...

wide to cross without boats. The nearest bridge too far south to risk. At this time of the year, i ...

the battlement walls with archers, and fired at the soldiers who’d rushed for Lorcan and Gavriel. But he ...

closer. Kyllian waited for the order. Aedion arched a brow. “You’re the general.” “Horseshit,” Kyllian spat. Aedion o ...

lungs of soldiers charging at them, even as he knew Whitethorn kept fighting on the battlements. Lor ...