Heir of Fire (Throne of Glass, #3)

by Sarah J. Maas

And she could bring down the king as Celaena Sardothien, thank you very much.

You didn’t need a weapon at all when you were born one.

“You cannot pick and choose what parts of her to love.”

“you do not have the right to wish she were not what she is. The only thing you have a right to do is decide whether you are her enemy or her friend.”

“Who did that to you?”

She’d burned him again. And yet he had held on to her—had run all the way here and not let go once.

“I claim you, Rowan Whitethorn. I don’t care what you say and how much you protest. I claim you as my friend.”

A monster to destroy monsters.

Rowan was screaming as the creature pulled her into its arms. As she stopped fighting. As her flames winked out and darkness swallowed her whole.

It would not take a monster to destroy a monster—but light, light to drive out darkness.

She would remake the world—remake it for them, those she had loved with this glorious, burning heart; a world so brilliant and prosperous that when she saw them again in the Afterworld, she would not be ashamed.

She was the sovereign of a strong people and a mighty kingdom. She was the heir of ash and fire, and she would bow to no one.

I claim you, Aelin. To whatever end.