Kingdom of Ash

shoes.
Then he let go of Maeve’s mind.
A hateful, unending scream was the only
response.
Dorian shifted again, becoming large and
vicious, no more than a pack wyvern flying
northward to bring supplies to the aerial
legion.
A king—he could be a king to Adarlan in
these last days that remained for him. Wipe
away the stain and rot of what it had become.
So it might start anew. Become who it wished
to be.
Dorian caught a swift wind, sailing hard
and fast.
And when he looked behind him, at the
mountain and valley that reeked of death, at
the place where so many terrible things had
begun, Dorian smiled and brought Morath’s
towers crashing down.