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Brought this about, in delaying the
Crochans through that skirmish. One look at
Dorian, the king lingering at the edge of the
clearing with an arm over his nose to ward
against the reek, and she knew he thought it,
too. The sharpness in his eyes spoke enough.
“Some got away,” Edda announced, the
Shadow’s face grim. “But most didn’t.”
“They wanted survivors,” Bronwen said,
loud enough for all to hear. “To sow fear.”
Manon studied the shattered trees, the
ancient oaks as broken as the bodies on the
forest floor. Proof of who, exactly, had been
responsible for the massacre.
She had done that, too.
Bronwen said, voice cold and low, “What
mortal band could ever hope to survive an
attack by one of the Ironteeth legions?
Especially when that aerial legion was trained
by such a skilled Wing Leader.”