Kingdom of Ash

absurd.
Even as part of him glowed with pride that
she had chosen now, here, as the moment
when that new world she had promised would
rise.
A world in which a few did not hold all the
power, but many. Beginning with this, this
most vital choice. This unbearable fate.
All of them had moved farther down the
road, and it was not lost on Rowan that they
stood at a crossroads. Or that Dorian and
Aelin and Chaol stood in the heart of that
crossroads, merely a few miles from the salt
mines. Where so much of this had begun, just
over a year ago.
There was a dull roar in Rowan’s ears as
the debate raged.
He knew he should fall on his knees and
thank Dorian for retrieving the third key. But
he hated the king all the same.