Kingdom of Ash

too. To preserve this piece of her that now
formed in her hand—this droplet of water.
Her mother’s gift.
What Aelin had saved until the end, had
not wanted to part with until the very last
dregs of her were given to the Lock, to the
Wyrdgate.
Aelin held out her other hand, and the
kernel of flame sputtered to life within it.
An ordinary gift. A Fire-Bringer no more.
But Aelin all the same.