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“She looked at Aelin’s face - the face she’d once worn - and at her outstretched hand, so small and unscarred. The darkness of the Valg princes flickered.

Aelin Galathynius smiled at her, hand still outstretched. “Get up,” the princess said.

Celaena reached across the earth between them and brushed her fingers against Aelin’s.

And arose.“


h e r  b a c k .

…when he’d seen it, his heart had clean stopped–and for a moment, there had been an overwhelming silence in his mind. he felt his magic and warrior’s instincts honing into a lethal combination the longer he stared–howling to rip apart the people who had done that with his bare hands.