The Valg princesses. In their new,
kharankui bodies. Erawan’s final surprise.
Nesryn aimed and fired her arrow,
scanning for Sartaq. The prince had led a unit
of rukhin deeper into the enemy lines, a
battered Borte, Falkan, and Yeran flanking
him.
A desperate, final push.
One that none of them were likely to walk
or fly away from.
Yrene’s breath was tight in her throat, her
heart a wild beat through her entire body, yet
the fear she thought she’d yield to had not
taken over. Not yet.
Not as Lysandra, in ruk form, landed on the
city walls, steadily enough that Yrene and
Elide could quickly dismount. Right where
Chaol and Dorian fought, a desperate effort to
keep the Valg off the walls.