Heir of Fire (Throne of Glass, #3)

by Sarah J. Maas

Fireheart—why do you cry? “Because I am lost,” she whispered onto the earth. “And I do not know the way.”

One by one, like shadows emerging from the mist, they appeared. The faces of the people she had loved with her heart of wildfire.

she still loved them—even if they loathed her, even if it ached; loved them until their hissing faded, until they vanished like smoke, leaving only Aelin lying beside her, as she had been all along.

She was their queen, and she could offer them nothing less. Aelin Galathynius smiled at her, hand still outreached. “Get up,” the princess said.

She was the heir of ash and fire, and she would bow to no one.

This doom has not yet come to pass, it seemed to whisper in her ear. There is still time. Do not succumb to fear yet.

Aelin of the Wildfire. Aelin Fireheart. Aelin Light-Bringer.

She lifted her face to the stars. She was Aelin Ashryver Galathynius, heir of two mighty bloodlines, protector of a once-glorious people, and Queen of Terrasen.

She was Aelin Ashryver Galathynius—and she would not be afraid.