Kingdom of Ash

vague messages about his hunt for the
scattered Mycenians and their legendary fleet.
The odds of Rolfe emerging to save their
asses were as slim as the fabled Wolf Tribe at
the far end of the Anascaul Mountains riding
out of the hinterland. Or the Fae who’d fled
Terrasen a decade ago returning from
wherever they’d gone to join Aedion’s forces.
The calculating calm that had guided
Aedion through battle and butchering settled
into him, as solid as the fur cloak he wore.
Speed would be their ally now. Speed and
clarity.
The lines have to hold, Rowan ordered
before they’d parted. Buy us whatever time
you can.
He’d make good on that promise.
Evangeline fell silent as Aedion’s attention
slid to the shifter down the table. “How many
can your wyvern form carry?”