Kingdom of Ash

half-crumbling with age.
“The last of the sacred texts from the
Library of Orynth,” Darrow said, aiming
toward the desk piled with papers before a
narrow glass window. “All that the Master
Scholars managed to save ten years ago.”
So few. So few compared to what Aelin
had said once existed in that near-mythic
library.
“I had them brought out of hiding after the
king’s demise,” Darrow said, seating himself
behind the desk. “A fool’s optimism, I
suppose.”
Lysandra strode to one of the piles, peering
at a title. In a language she did not recognize.
“The remains of a once-great civilization,”
Darrow said thickly.
And it was the slight catch in his voice that
made Lysandra turn. She opened her mouth to
demand what he wanted, but glimpsed what