Heir of Fire (Throne of Glass, #3)

by Sarah J. Maas

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

“We are the Thirteen, from now until the Darkness claims us.”

Every single one of the Thirteen was casually reaching for their weapons. To fight their way out—in case her grandmother gave the order to have Manon and Abraxos put down. They’d heard the challenge in Abraxos’s growl—understood that the beast had drawn a line in the sand.

So I am staying. Because you are needed, and because I will follow you to whatever end.”

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