Kingdom of Ash

ten years.
A terrible, pulsing silence went through
her.
Where a lovely white city had once
glittered between river and plain and
mountain ...
Smoke and chaos and terror reigned. The
turquoise Florine flowed black.
The sheer size, the booming of the massive
army that thundered against its walls, in the
skies above it ...
She hadn’t realized. How large Morath’s
army would be. How small and precious
Orynth seemed before it.
“They’re almost through the western gate,”
Fenrys murmured, his Fae sight gobbling
down details.
The khagan’s army fanned out around
them, across the hill. The crest of a wave soon
to break. Yet even the Darghan soldiers