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spine.
“Is a land battle easier or worse than one at
sea?” Aelin asked her husband, her mate,
peering at his tattooed face.
She’d only faced the ships in Skull’s Bay,
and even that had been over relatively
quickly. And against the ilken who’d swarmed
them in the Stone Marshes, it had been more
an extermination than anything. Not what
awaited them tomorrow. Not what her friends
had fought on the Narrow Sea while she and
Manon had been in the mirror, then with
Maeve on the beach.
Rowan considered. “They’re just as messy,
but in different ways.”
“I’d rather fight on land,” Fenrys
grumbled.
“Because no one likes the smell of wet
dog?” Aelin asked over her shoulder.
Fenrys laughed. “Exactly because of that.”