Heir of Fire (Throne of Glass, #3)

by Sarah J. Maas

The amulet, decorated with the sacred stag on one side … and Wyrdmarks on the other.

“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.”

Brannon was born with the bastard’s mark—the mark every unclaimed, unwanted child possessed, marking them as nameless, nobody.

Aelin. Aelin of the Wildfire. Aelin Fireheart. Aelin Light-Bringer. Aelin.

scrambling through the blood toward it—toward her head, as if he could put it back. As if he could piece her together.

The first member of her court—the court that would change the

world. The court that would rebuild it. Together.

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.