Kingdom of Ash

Bronwen extended a fist toward Manon and opened it. Inside lay a pale purple flower, small as Manon’s thumb ...

A bridge between their two peoples, as Manon had become. A light—as the Thirteen had exploded with ...

voice shaking as she held that small, impossibly precious flower in her palm, “And return home.” Glen ...

So they would know, so Asterin would know, in the realm where she and her hunter and child walked hand ...

world would learn. Their healers filled the Great Hall, joining the Torre women. All descended from those i ...

so atop the tower standing high over the world, but the day would be clear. Bright. “So there it is, ...

do you make of your new home?” “A little small, but we’ll manage.” Aelin nudged him with an elbow, and ...

private garden. Reserved only for the royal family. Sometimes just for the king or queen themselves. ...

She heaved a breath, sucking down the morning air. Aelin heard them before she saw them, scented ...

stare. And giving him a warning look that conveyed everything she didn’t bother to say: if he broke ...

blinking. Elide ducked her head as she chuckled. Rowan snorted again. “At least this court won’t be bor ...

more to partake in the nonsense,” Aelin said, an invisible hand outstretched. Ren scanned her again. “Yo ...

rebuilding.” “Trade negotiations,” Lysandra said. “Training a new generation in magic,” Aelin went on. Agai ...

Rowan crossed his arms. “He’ll never be caught again.” But Fenrys’s smirk turned knowing. He pointed to the c ...

any she had made, and faced the stirring kingdom. “We promised everyone a better world,” s ...

governed. Policies that impact them. They should have a say in how this kingdom is rebuilt.” ...

scholars or leaders might want to come here. To help us.” He shrugged. “I could do it. Travel there ...

Rowan slid his arm around her shoulders. “Need I remind you that since you beheaded Maeve, I am a Prince ...

decided as she stood in a near-empty, dusty chamber and smiled at her allies. Her friends. Ansel of Briarcliff, bruis ...

clinging beneath his nails. “I’ll refrain from commenting.” Aelin smirked. “You’re the Heir to the Mycen ...