Kingdom of Ash

She’d taken one look at the spread wings—
a hawk’s wings—across her back and kissed
him. Kissed him until his own clothes were
gone, and she was astride him, neither
bothering with words, or capable of finding
them.
Her back had healed by morning, though it
remained tender in a few spots along her
spine, and in the hours that they’d ridden
closer to Endovier, she’d found the invisible
weight of the ink to be steadying.
She’d gotten out. She’d survived.
From Endovier—and Maeve.
And now it was upon her to ride like hell
for the North, to try to save her people before
Morath wiped them away forever. Before
Erawan and Maeve arrived to do just that.
But it did not stop the heaviness, that tug
toward the west. To look to the place that she
had taken so long to escape, even after she’d