Rowan twined his fingers in hers and whispered, awe in every word,
“For you, Fireheart. All of it is for you.”
Aelin wept then. Wept in joy that lit her heart, brighter than any magic
could ever be.
For across every mountain, spread beneath the green canopy of
Oakwald, carpeting the entire Plain of Theralis, the kingsflame was
blooming.
Bir gün karşınızdaki dağ o kadar geride kalacak ki onu neredeyse göremeyeceksiniz. Ama ona tırmanmayı öğrenirken dönüştüğünüz o insan. O,sonsuza dek sizinle kalacak.
Dağınızın amacı buydu.
One day, the mountain that was in front of you will be so far behind you, it will barely be visible in the distance. But who you become in learning to climb it? That will stay with you forever.