Kingdom of Ash

were in that place-of-places.
Especially when some part of him had been
given up.
The magic that had felt bottomless only
yesterday now had a very real, very solid
stopping point. A mighty gift, yes, but he did
not think he’d ever again be capable of
shattering glass castles or enemy strongholds.
He hadn’t yet decided whether it was a
relief.
It was more power, at least, than Aelin had
been left with. Gifted with, it sounded like.
Aelin had burned through every ember of her
own magic. What she now possessed was all
that remained of what Mala had given her to
seal the gate—to punish the gods who had
betrayed them both.
The idea of it still made Dorian queasy.
And the memory of Aelin choosing to throw
him out of that non-place still made him grind