“Find somewhere safe, she’d told Abraxos. Had he somehow found the queen? Somehow known this was the only place she might stand a chance of surviving? Aelin braced her feet on the floor, boots thudding softly. There was a frank… — Sarah J. Maas Copy Share Image
“Your fussy nursemaid of a wyvern is fine, by the way. I don't know how you wound up with a sweet thing like that for a mount, but he's content to sprawl in the sun on the foredeck. Can't say… — Sarah J. Maas Copy Share Image
