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does not burn.” It was no lie. The details, her plan with Lysandra ... There was no way for Maeve ...

nature of childbirth. A way for the Three- Faced Goddess to keep the balance, to avoid flooding ...

“I have seen many wars. Sent my warriors to fight in them, end them. I have seen how destructive ...

would end with him. He didn’t know what had happened to either of you. If you were alive, or dead. ...

The hands on her shoulders pulled away. Heaving, bile burning her throat, Aelin once more curled ...

A flicker of shame went through Manon at the relief that flooded her. To avoid that confrontation, to ...

cheese and grapes, smiling at her the entire time. Aelin couldn’t stop the shaking that overtook her, t ...

before Rhiannon began her three-day battle against the Ironteeth High Witches, my mother smuggled ...

mightiest warriors. This late in the summer afternoon, it was empty, the light golden as it streamed i ...

fight to keep that distinction for themselves. “Bronwen,” the crone said, gesturing toward the dark-haired c ...

many great women and men of this House, shall use it to defend our kingdom.” Her eyes rose to hi ...

lands.” One of the Crochans in the shadows let out a bark of laughter. “That’s rich.” Others chuckled with ...

“Allow me to demonstrate,” Maeve said, straightening. Fenrys’s eyes flared with warning. Maeve waved an i ...

“Morath found you just now,” Manon said coolly. She’d anticipated this reaction. “It will do so again. Whethe ...

between them. She could not surge to her feet. Could not rise against the chains and glass. Could d ...

as the witch looked Manon over and snarled, “You are not our queen. We will never fly with yo ...

crashed to the tiled veranda. As blood began to pool. The owl on Maeve’s throne flapped its wings onc ...

She’d returned to her human form, her dark hair tangled, bundled in a Crochan cloak. As if one of them ...

mend— Connall’s chest rose in a rattling, shallow breath. It didn’t move again. Fenrys’s howl cleaved the ...

asked again, “Where does the shifting come from inside you?” Cyrene angled her head as if listening to so ...