when you tried to keep their healers chained,
and then wound up having to battle your little
friends. And when they came to Terrasen, they
still remembered. Some of the truth was lost,
grew muddled, but they remembered. They
taught their offspring. Trained them.”
The Fae and their wolves beyond the
portals now fixed their sights on the
kharankui hybrids at last emerging onto the
plain.
“I told them I’d deal with you myself,”
Aelin said, and Rowan chuckled, “but the
spiders ... Oh, the spiders are all theirs. I
think they’ve been waiting a while for it,
actually. The Ironteeth witches, too.
Apparently, the Yellowlegs weren’t very kind
to those trapped in their animal forms these
ten years.”
Aelin let out a flare of light. The only
signal she needed to give.
lily
(lily)
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