Heir of Fire (Throne of Glass, #3)

by Sarah J. Maas

A mess—she was a gods-damned mess. She wondered when she’d bother to stop being one.

There was such glittering darkness in her, an endless rift straight through her core.

In her bones, in her blood and breath and soul, she was so, so tired.

“At least if you’re going to hell,” he said, the vibrations in his chest rumbling against her, “then we’ll be there together.”