Heir of Fire (Throne of Glass, #3)

by Sarah J. Maas

And she had the sense that her friend might have been proud of the way she went from shop to shop that afternoon, head held high, and charmed the ever-loving hell out of those villagers.

Oh, he was definitely fussing, and though it warmed her miserable heart, it was becoming rather irritating.

So she left Rowan in the hall. But it did not stop her from wishing she could keep him.

She had lied to him. She had wanted to save lives, yes. But she had gone out there with no intention of saving her own.

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 was a message to the world. Aelin was a warrior, able to fight with blade or magic. And she was done with hiding.

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

“Behold my power, Maeve. Behold what I grapple with in the deep dark, what prowls under my skin.”

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.