Heir of Fire (Throne of Glass, #3)

by Sarah J. Maas

She’d been told that the great rulers of Terrasen turned into those bright stars so their people would never be alone—and would always know the way home.

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

She would not let that light go out. She would fill the world with it, with her light—her gift. She would light up the darkness, so brightly that all who were lost or wounded or broken would find their way to it, a beacon for those who still dwelled in that abyss. It would not take a monster to destroy a monster—but light, light to drive out darkness. She was not afraid.

“Once upon a time,” she said to him, to the world, to herself, “in a land long since burned to ash, there lived a young princess who loved her kingdom … very much.”

I will call in every favor, every debt owed to Celaena Sardothien, to my parents, to my bloodline. And then …” She looked toward the sea, toward home. “And then I am going to rattle the stars.”