Kingdom of Ash

hope so.”
Luck had indeed run thin these days.
They’d had little since that blasted beach in
Eyllwe, when Rowan had felt a tug in the bond
between him and Aelin—the mating bond—
and had followed its call across the ocean. Yet
when they’d reached these shores after several
dreadful weeks on storm-wild waters, there
had been nothing left to track.
No sign of Maeve’s remaining armada. No
whisper of the queen’s ship, the Nightingale,
docking in any port. No news of her returning
to her seat in Doranelle.
Rumors were all they’d had to go on,
hauling them across mountains piled deep
with snow, through dense forests and dried-
out plains.
Until the previous kingdom, the previous
city, the packed streets full of revelers out to
celebrate Samhuinn, to honor the gods when