Kingdom of Ash

of Aelin Galathynius had flickered out.
Would any be able to escape once the city
walls were breached? And where would they
even go? Once Erawan’s shadow settled,
would there be any stopping him?
Dorian—Dorian could. If he had gotten the
keys. If he had survived.
He might be dead. Might be marching on
them right now, a black collar around his
throat.
Manon leaned her head against Abraxos’s
warm, leathery side.
She would not be able to see her people
home. To bring them to the Wastes.
Tomorrow—in her wicked, old bones she
knew it would be tomorrow that the city walls
fell at last. They had no weapons left beyond
swords and their own defiance. That would
only last so long against the endless force
waiting for them.