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vague messages about his hunt for the scattered Mycenians and their legendary fleet. The odds of ...

CHAPTER 2 Elide Lochan had once hoped to travel far and wide, to a place where no one had ever heard of ...

city thrice now, and still couldn’t pronounce it. She supposed it didn’t matter. They wouldn’t be here ...

Elide didn’t look too long toward that figure. She’d been unable to stomach it these endless weeks. Unab ...

Gavriel huffed a laugh and took the apple with an incline of his head before cleaning it on the sleeve of ...

the horses they’d spent precious coin to purchase because Elide wouldn’t stand a chance of keeping u ...

She frowned at the bruised purple beneath Gavriel’s eyes. Beneath her own, she had no doubt. Her cycle, at leas ...

stead. The thought alone kept Elide astride her mare. Those few days had been made slightly easier ...

hope so.” Luck had indeed run thin these days. They’d had little since that blasted beach in Eyllw ...

the veil between worlds was thinnest. They had no idea those gods were nothing but beings from another wo ...

himself up as the sacrifice in Aelin’s stead. So Elide endured those occasional nudges, refusing to contemplate ...

hills beyond the city walls, bonfires had kindled. Rowan had finally stopped growling at the sight. As if ...

when she’d finally dared ask last week. “He’s almost done.” Indeed, even Lorcan now scowled with impat ...

whom Rowan hauled from the wreckage by the collar of his blue tunic. He was of no use to them dead. ...

thighs. Rowan still dwarfed him. Gavriel and Lorcan, too. As if, even amongst the Fae, the three of them ...

Elide, toward Gavriel. The first time this had happened—two days ago—Elide hadn’t been able to watch. T ...

swallowed those raging words. As all mortals were expected to. For Aelin, she could submit. As Aelin would ...

Elide’s ears as Rowan locked a shield of wind around them. Sealing in all sound. “Maeve will kill ...

CHAPTER 3 The Staghorns were burning, and Oakwald with them. The mighty, ancient trees were little more ...

words, cried them. The world was bathed in fire. Fire, not darkness. Motion between the trees snared ...