Kingdom of Ash
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963 printed pages
- Publication year
- 2018
- Publishers
- Bloomsbury Publishing, Bloomsbury YA
Impressions
- Dorte Hyldgaard Madsenshared an impression7 years ago
👍Worth reading💀Spooky💧SoppyThe final stand. Amazing.
- jeanzZzzZzshared an impression2 years ago
AAAAAAAAAAHHHHH THAT WAS SUCH A ROLLER COASTER
- lisbethgundesenshared an impression4 years ago
👍Worth reading🎯Worthwhile🚀UnputdownableFantastisk - intet mindre…
Quotes
- midnightmystiquehas quoted4 days ago
And then came the words, uttered in the Old Language. Sacred and ancient, spoken flawlessly by Darrow, who had crowned Orlon himself all those decades ago.
Do you offer your life, your body, your soul to the service of Terrasen?
She answered in the Old Language, as she had also practiced with Rowan last night until her tongue turned leaden. I offer all that I am and all that I have to Terrasen.
Then speak your vows.
Aelin’s heart raced, and she knew Rowan could hear it, but she bowed her head and said, I, Aelin Ashryver Whitethorn Galathynius, swear upon my immortal soul to guard, to nurture, and to honor Terrasen from this day until my very last.
Then so it shall be, Darrow responded, and reached out a hand. - midnightmystiquehas quoted4 days agoStill Aelin lifted her sword.
Flames ran down the blade.
One flame against the darkness gathered.
One flame to light the night.
Aelin raised her shield, and flames encircled it, too.
Burning bright, burning undaunted. A vision of old, reborn once more.
The cry went down the castle battlements, through the city, along the walls.
The queen had come home at last.
The queen had come to hold the gate. - midnightmystiquehas quoted4 days agoA horn cleaved through the air, through the battle, through the world.
Aedion went still.
Whirled toward the direction of that horn, to the south. Beyond Morath’s teeming ranks. Beyond the sea of blackness, to the foothills that bordered the edge of Theralis’s sprawling plain.
Again, that horn blared, a roar of defiance.
“That’s no horn of Morath,” Lysandra breathed.
And then they appeared. Along the edge of the foothills. A line of golden-armored warriors, foot soldiers and cavalry alike. More and more and more, a great line spreading across the crest of the final hill.
Filling the skies, stretching into the horizon, flew mighty, armored birds with riders. Ruks.
And before them all, sword raised to the sky as that horn blew one last time, the ruby in the blade’s pommel smoldering like a small sun …
Before them all, riding on the Lord of the North, was Aelin.
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