Kingdom of Ash

the line, a challenge to the charging army.
Fifty feet. Ren’s archers still fired fewer
and fewer arrows. Forty. Thirty.
The sword in his hand was no equal to the
ancient blade he’d worn with such pride. But
he’d make it work. Twenty. Ten.
Aedion sucked in a breath. The black,
depthless eyes of the Morath soldiers became
clear beneath their helmets.
Morath’s front line angled their swords,
their spears—
Roaring fire blasted from the left flank.
His left flank.
Aedion didn’t dare take his focus off the
enemy upon him, but several of the Morath
soldiers did.
He slaughtered them for it. Slaughtered
their stunned companions, too, as they whirled
toward another blast of flame.
Aelin. Aelin—