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Rens face had gone ashen. Theres no ice on the Florine. And Morath scouts snuck ahead and razed the southern bridge.

I am not resting. Manon turned to seek out Bronwen in the Crochans quarters. She, at least, would not have such ridiculous notions. Even if Manon knew Glennis would side with Petrah.Petrah sighed, the sound grating down Manons spine. Then I shall see you on the battlefield.

The Silent Boy

The roar and boom of war had become a distant buzz in Evangelines ears by midday. Even with the frigid wind, sweat ran down her back beneath her heavy layers of clothes as she made yet another sprint up the battlement stairs, message in hand. Darrow and the other old lords stood as they had these past two weeks: along the castles walls, monitoring the battle beyond the city.The message shed received, straight from a Crochan who had landed so briefly that her feet had hardly touched the ground, had come from Bronwen.Rare, Evangeline had learned, for either the Ironteeth or the Crochans to report anything to the humans. That the Crochan soldier had found her, had known who she was … It was pride, more than fear, that had Evangeline running up the stairs, then across the battlements to Lord Darrow.

Matched (Matched #1)

Lord Darrow, Murtaugh at his side, had already stretched out a hand by the time Evangeline slid to a stop.Careful, Murtaugh warned her. The ice can be treacherous.

Evangeline nodded, though she fully planned to ignore him. Even if shed taken a spill down the stairs yesterday that thankfully no one had witnessed. Especially Lysandra. If shed glimpsed the bruise that now bloomed over Evangelines leg, the matching one on her forearm, shed have locked her in the tower.

Lord Darrow read the message and frowned toward the city. Bronwen reports theyve spotted Morath hauling a siege tower to the western wall. It will reach us in an hour or two.The northern aerial cavalry of his people had long dwelled in the towering Tavan Mountains with their ruks: enormous birds, eagle-like in shape, large enough to carry off cattle and horses. Without the sheer bulk and destructive weight of the Ironteeth witches wyverns, but swift and nimble and clever as foxes. The perfect mounts for the legendary archers who flew them into battle.

Sartaqs face was solemn, his broad shoulders thrown back. A man perhaps as ill at ease in his fine clothes as Chaol. She wondered if his ruk, Kadara, was perched on one of the palaces thirty-six minarets, eyeing the cowering servants and guards, waiting impatiently for her masters return.That Sartaq was here … They had to have known, then. Well in advance. That she and Chaol were coming.

Wicked (A Wicked Trilogy #1)

The knowing glance that passed between Sartaq and Hasar told Nesryn enough: they, at least, had discussed the possibilities of this visit.Sartaqs gaze slid from his sister to Nesryn.

She yielded a blink. His brown skin was darker than the others—perhaps from all that time in the skies and sunlight—his eyes a solid ebony. Depthless and unreadable. His black hair remained unbound save for a small braid that curved over the arch of his ear. The rest of his hair fell to just past his muscled chest, and swayed slightly as he gave what Nesryn could have sworn was a mocking incline of his head.A ragtag, humbled pair, Adarlan had sent. The injured former captain, and the common-bred current one. Perhaps the khagans initial words about honor had been a veiled mention of what he perceived as an insult.

Nesryn dragged her attention away from the prince, even as she felt Sartaqs keen stare lingering like some phantom touch.We arrive bearing gifts from His Majesty, the King of Adarlan, Chaol was saying, and twisted in his chair to motion the servants behind them to come forward.

Queen Georgina and her court had practically raided the royal coffers before theyd fled to their mountain estates this spring. And the former king had smuggled out much of what was left during those final few months. But before theyd sailed here, Dorian had ventured into the many vaults beneath the castle. Nesryn still could hear his echoed curse, filthier than shed ever heard him speak, as he found little more than gold marks within.Aelin, as usual, had a plan.

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