Kingdom of Ash

Chaol thought of it—of the life growing in Yrene’s womb, of the child they’d raise. Thought of what Gavri ...

every reason not to.” And though Aedion was Gavriel’s son, Chaol said, “I’m sure you already know this, ...

Worry paled the Lion’s tanned features. Not for the reunion, but for what his son might be facing in the North ...

after the trunk full of his mother’s letters. “And Aedion will realize, in his own way, that y ...

and all.” Chaol refrained from telling Gavriel he was already more than enough. Gavriel said quietly, ...

by Fenrys, Lorcan, and Elide. Borte winced. “It makes no sense. None of it.” Nesryn explained before Chaol could ...

Nesryn’s nod was grim. “Sartaq already has people on it.” ...

CHAPTER 73 Dorian hunted through Morath in a hundred different skins. On the silent feet of a cat, or ...

seen. What she did during the day to keep Erawan from noticing the small, ever- changing ...

North ... Dorian couldn’t stop recalling what Maeve had said to Erawan. That the Valg princesse ...

other possibilities did still remain. The reek from the subterranean chamber reached Dorian long before ...

the fly’s remarkable sense of smell. He’d passed the door so many times now on his fruitless hunt ...

Would Erawan leave the key so unguarded? Dorian sent his magic skittering along the hall, testing for any ...

the arched ceiling. A lick of greenish flame danced within. Not a flame of this world. Its light slid ...

Wyrdkey to unlock both door and sarcophagus, and unwittingly freed Erawan. The demon king had seized th ...

blood. They seemed to sleep. Seemed to wait. Did a prince lurk within each one? Or were these shells, re ...

key. He knew how the collars would feel against his skin. The icy bite of the Wyrdstone. Kaltain had fought it. ...

demon feed off his hate, his rage. The room began to eddy, spiraling, dragging him into its depths. Not h ...

were a thunderclap. He panted, the gnat’s body shaking from wingtip to wingtip. One press of her finge ...

eyes. Why today? Dorian lifted his head, wiping his mouth on the shoulder of his jacket. “Those collars ...” He r ...