Kingdom of Ash

them. The cold was a secondary concern, made bearable by her layers of feathers. For long miles, ...

through, despite the snowdrifts piled high in the hollows. The wind screamed, shoving northward. As if warding h ...

toward the foothills that spanned both territories. Thousands. Five, ten, fifteen thousand. More. Agai ...

One of the ilken spotted her and flapped upward. Lysandra banked hard and swept back north, wings beating li ...

Ilken descended upon their camp in the night, unleashing chaos and terror, shredding soldiers with their ...

their defenses entirely. And even a shape- shifter in the form of a wyvern armed with poisoned spi ...

royals and their kin couldn’t choke the air from their throats fast enough, widely enough. Whateve ...

CHAPTER 23 Elide had never seen such a place as Doranelle. The City of Rivers, they called it. ...

Yet this place seemed like a paradise. Pink and blue flowers draped from windowsills; little canals ...

Elide fought the limp that grew with each step farther into the city—farther away from Gavriel’s m ...

fountain. Vendors and shoppers milled about, chatting in the midmorning sunshine. Elide paused by the s ...

conscious girl trying to fix her frazzled appearance ... Elide smoothed some strands of her hair ...

middle, and think her an unfashionable, unworldly traveler. A girl far out of her element in thi ...

golden ring on her finger, the invaluable heirloom little more than a lover’s keepsake. Gnawing on ...

“Is something wrong?” The female’s voice was husky—lovely. The sort of voice Elide had always imagined gr ...

female, perhaps the other’s sister, judging by their same dusky skin and dark hair. Elide swallowed hard eno ...

Elide stepped closer. “No, thank you. I wouldn’t want to trouble y-you.” The female’s nostrils f ...

Elide willed her face to redden, thinking of all the mortifying moments on the road: her cycle, having to expla ...

“Cairn was supposed to meet you here?” the beauty asked instead. Elide nodded. The two females exchan ...

pathetic at the next tavern. Or like a jilted lover who might be carrying his child. For she’d h ...