““Aelin looked at Rowan, who had been scouting ahead for part of the morning as a white-tailed hawk. Now he walked beside her, guiding his black stallion along. He lifted his brows at her silent demand for information. I’m not going to tell you. She glowered at him. Buzzard. Rowan grinned. But with every step, Aelin did the calculations about what day it was, and— They crested the hill and halted. Aelin released the reins and took a staggering step, the emerald grass soft underfoot. Aedion touched her shoulder. “Welcome home, Aelin.” A land of towering mountains—the Staghorns—spread before them, with valleys and rivers and hills; a land of untamed, wild beauty. Terrasen.””