Kingdom of Ash

they have plenty, too.”
Light flared at their feet, and Maeve’s
power surged—but too late.
The portal opened. Exactly as the
Wyrdmarks in the books Chaol and Yrene had
brought from the southern continent had
promised.
Precisely to where Aelin had intended.
Where she had glimpsed as she’d tumbled
back through the Wyrdgate. Where she and
Rowan had ventured days ago, testing this
very portal.
The forest glen was silvered in the
moonlight, the snows thick. Strange, old trees
—older than even those in Oakwald. Trees
that could only be found north of Terrasen, in
the hinterlands beyond.
But it was not the trees that made Maeve
halt. No, it was the teeming mass of people,
their armor and weapons glinting beneath