Crown of Midnight (Throne of Glass, #2)

by Sarah J. Maas

It felt like she’d never left. As if she might look over her shoulder and find Sam Cortland crouching behind her. As if she might return at the end of the night not to the glass castle, but to the Assassins’ Keep on the other side of the city.

My father still says that if Terrasen were to rise again, it might stand a chance; it would be a genuine threat to Adarlan.”

Aelin Galathynius, the lost heir of Terrasen.

So Dorian closed his eyes, and took another long breath. And when he opened his eyes, he let her go.

“We’ll never be a normal boy and girl, will we?” she managed to say. “No,” he breathed, eyes blazing. “We won’t.”

If the heir of Terrasen, Aelin Galathynius, had lived, would she have become a friend, an ally? His bride, perhaps?

He had lost her. And she would never, in a thousand lifetimes, let him in again.

Dorian nodded, looking at her with kindness she couldn’t stand. “Then you will always have a place here.”

There are worlds that exist beyond your knowledge, worlds that lie on top of each other and don’t know it. Right now, you could be standing on the bottom of someone else’s ocean. The Wyrd keeps these realms apart.”

“When they destroyed the Crochan family, they joined with the Blackbeaks and the Bluebloods

Dorian didn’t just have magic—he had raw magic. The rarest, and deadliest, kind.

And then her ears—her ears shifted into delicate points.

Celaena was Fae.

Celaena Sardothien was Aelin Ashryver Galathynius, heir to the throne and rightful Queen of Terrasen.