Kingdom of Ash

of a dark-haired woman with unholy power.
Chaol was willing to bet it had been Kaltain,
but had not told the wild men that particular
threat, at least, had been erased. Or had
incinerated herself in the end.
It wouldn’t matter to them anyway. Of the
two hundred or so wild men who had joined
their army since they’d left Anielle, all had
come to the Ferian Gap to extract vengeance
on the witches. On Morath. Chaol refrained
from mentioning that he himself had killed
one of their kind almost a year ago.
It might as well have been a decade ago,
for all that had happened since he’d killed
Cain during his duel with Aelin. Yulemas was
still weeks away—if they survived long
enough to celebrate it.
Chaol said to the slim, bearded man, who
made up for his lack of his clansmen’s
traditional bulk with quick wit and sharp eyes,