next few weeks. Things were changing and his family was depending on him to keep the Le’Dans relevant in whatever the next world order would hold. Just as important, he needed to look out for his blonde headed brother through it all.
Erion genuinely sipped his mug, letting the ale wash over his tongue. “He’ll be all right,” he said, finally. “Aldrik will rise from the pass. The winds are howling here in Soricium for him. There is no other way.”
Baldair considered Erion for a long moment. The prince knew clearly now of Erion’s suspicions about the woman. With one statement Erion had conveyed his understanding of the situation, his knowledge of the woman and her need for secrecy, as well as his assumptions surrounding the relationship between the crown prince and the Windwalker.
The golden prince finally nodded, resting his shoulder lightly against Erion’s in support, just barely touching. “Yes, there is no other way.”
A woman awoken in air, a soldier forged by fire, a weapon risen from blood.
Vhalla Yarl has made it to the warfront in the North. Forged by blood and fire, she has steeled her heart for the final battle of the Solaris Empire’s conquest. The choices before Vhalla are no longer servitude or freedom, they are servitude or death. The stakes have never been higher as the Emperor maintains his iron grip on her fate, holding everything Vhalla still has left to lose in the balance.
James Rollins, Rebecca Cantrell