Heir of Fire (Throne of Glass, #3)

by Sarah J. Maas

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

The next morning, by royal decree, the theater was shut down. No one saw those musicians or their conductor again.

THIS SCENEEEE

I will follow you to whatever end.”

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

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 as much a queen as Maeve. 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.

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

No longer would they be locked away in her heart. No longer would she be ashamed.

“And then I am going to rattle the stars.”