It is the strength of this that matters, her
mother had said, long ago. Wherever you go,
Aelin, no matter how far, this will lead you
home.
No matter where she was.
No matter how far.
Even if it took her beyond all known
worlds.
Aelin’s fingers curled, palm pressing into
the pounding heart beneath. This will lead you
home.
The archway to Erilea inched closed.
World-walker. Wayfarer.
Others had done it before. She would find a
way, too. A way home.
No longer the Queen Who Was Promised.
But the Queen Who Walked Between Worlds.
She would not go quietly.
She was not afraid.
So Aelin ripped out her power. Ripped out
lily
(lily)
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