Heir of Fire (Throne of Glass, #3)

by Sarah J. Maas

“This is because she is going to be hunted, Rhoe. For her whole life, Maeve and others will hunt her for this power—”

Tell me: why does our daughter love reading so much?” “That has nothing to do with it.”

“She is eight—and she has told me that her dearest friends are characters in books.”

Neither of them took well to being separated, and the last time one of the castle boys had teased him for it, Aedion had spent a month shoveling horse dung for beating the boy into a pulp.

It was their bond, marked by blood and scent and something else she couldn’t place. A tether as strong as the one that bound her to her parents. Stronger, in some ways.

hmmm

She sometimes thought her father had no interest in being king, especially on days when he took her up into the Staghorns and let her wander through Oakwald in search of the Lord of the Forest.

She knew they wouldn’t, because she knew there was no escaping her fate, even though she sometimes prayed to the gods that she could.

any point in the past ten years? It would explain that anger—the reckless anger that coursed through all the young, shattered hearts of Terrasen, including Celaena’s.

She sniffed at the meat. It wasn’t rancid, but like the men here, it tasted off.

And beneath it, a sudden wave of numbness, a too-familiar lack of sight or sound or feeling.

With each step she took back to her room, that flickering light inside of her guttered. And went out.

So I knew. I knew who her daughter was the moment you brought her into this kitchen.

im not ok

heard, so soft it was as if she dreamed it, a woman’s voice whispering, Why are you crying, Fireheart?

that for ten years, she had been unsure how to find the way home, because there was no home left.

They were two of the worst things she’d done, out of pure hatred and vengeance and rage.

“You do not apologize,” he said, “for defending the people you care about.”

It claimed to have been born in another world, but had slipped into this one when the gods were looking elsewhere.

Gods, she felt guilty.

she understood that in the weeks she had been looking at him it had been like gazing at a reflection. No wonder she had loathed him.

somewhere far and deep inside her, an ember began to glow.

probably be war and death for the next few as well. But if there’s ever a day when we find peace …”

“It’ll be a strange transition for all of

He was afraid of what they would do to his kingdom.

If it smelled and tasted strange, odds were something was wrong with it.

She could feel eyes out there—observing.

from the same dark maker. Sisters in spirit, if not in flesh.”

“Bring out the bolt. I shall inspect it before I name my price.”

You won the land, only for the cunning Crochans to curse it beyond use.

“The merchant himself was from there—a former shape-shifter.

“Your price?”

“What price could I ask of a long-lived witch?

But the color of your skin, the hue of your burnt gold eyes.

Petrah shrugged, tapping a hand casually over her heart. “Don’t they?”

“But I had a cousin. He was five years older than me, and we fought and loved each other like siblings.”

saying his name—as a skilled general in the king’s army.”

“I don’t know what he would think of me, or where his loyalties lie. And I’d rather not know. Ever.”

What scares you about seizing your birthright?

“Because if I free Eyllwe and destroy the king as Celaena, I can go anywhere after that. The crown … my crown is just another set of shackles.”

But the shackles at Endovier had been crafted with people like her in mind. It wasn’t until Chaol had removed them that she’d gotten out.

And she couldn’t talk about Chaol, couldn’t explain just how much he had rebuilt and then shattered her heart, not without explaining Endovier.

She looked at him the way he’d once caught Celaena looking at Chaol.

Always hiding—was that to be his life? Not just the women he loved, but his magic, his true thoughts …

“My greatest wish,” she said with a little smile, “is for a morning when I don’t have to run out the door at first light.”

“A part of me will always love her. But I had to get her out of this castle. Because it was too dangerous, and she was … what she was becoming …”

“She was not becoming anything different from what she always was and always had the capacity to be. You just finally saw everything. And once you saw that other part of her …,”

“You cannot pick and choose what parts of...

If I could, she wouldn’t be queen, and you wouldn’t have magic.”

Because you’re not really scared of those things, are you? No—it’s what they represent. The change. But let me tell you,”

dorian out here clocking tf outta chaol

The only thing you have a right to do is decide whether you are her enemy or her friend.”

But he had seen her—seen glimpses of the person beneath, regardless of name or title.