Kingdom of Ash

only an empty hole existed.
“You ...,” Aelin breathed. “Your name is
... How is it that you don’t have one, that we
don’t know it?”
Dorian’s rage slipped. And the agony of
having his magic, his soul, shredded from him
became secondary as his father said, “Erawan
took it. Wiped it from history, from memory.
An ancient, terrible spell, so powerful it could
only be used once. All so I might be his most
faithful servant. Even I do not know my name,
not anymore. I lost it.”
“Nameless is my price,” Aelin murmured.
Dorian looked then. At the man who had
been his father. Truly looked at him.
“My boy,” his father whispered again. And
it was love—love and pride and sorrow that
shone in his face.
His father who had been possessed as he
had, who had tried to save them in his own