Kingdom of Ash

secret, silent language. During the
unspeakable hours of torment, they had said
that to each other.
Not alone.
He had not been alone then, and neither had
she.
The veranda in Doranelle and bloodied
snows outside Orynth blended and flashed.
I am here, I am with you.
Maeve stood there. Before Aelin and
Rowan, burning with power. Before Lorcan,
his dark gifts a shadow around him. Fae—so
many Fae and wolves, some riding them—
pouring on to the battlefield through holes in
the air.
It had worked, then. Their mad plan, to be
enacted when all went to hell, when they had
nothing left.
Yet Maeve’s power swelled.
Aelin’s eyes remained upon him, anchoring