So they’d chosen to skirt the city on its
western flank, going around the Perranth
Mountains rather than cutting to the lowlands
for the easier trek across the land. With
Oakwald as their cover, they might be able to
sneak up on Morath at Orynth.
If there was anything left of Orynth by the
time they arrived. They were still too far for
the ruk riders to do any sort of scouting, and
no messengers had crossed their paths. Even
the wild men of the Fangs, who had remained
with them and now swore to march to Orynth
to avenge their kin did not know of a faster
path.
Aelin tried not to think of it. Or about
Maeve and Erawan, wherever they might be.
Whatever they might have planned.
Endovier, the only outpost of civilization
they’d seen in a week, would be their first
news since leaving the Ferian Gap.
lily
(lily)
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