Heir of Fire (Throne of Glass, #3)

by Sarah J. Maas

“Your Queen gave this necklace to me when she left for Wendlyn.”

Celaena, who was Aelin, whom he had met ten years ago, whom he had played with in her beautiful castle. And that day in Endovier—that first day, he had felt as if there were something familiar about her … Oh gods.

He ripped his cold magic from the air and turned it inward, wrapping it around his heart.

Marion. But we never learned what happened to Elide.” Elide—Lord Cal and Lady Marion’s daughter and heir, almost a year younger than Aelin.

Yet the prize now was not just a blood oath but a kingdom—a shot at vengeance and rebuilding their world. Aedion made to walk away, but looked back. Just two cloaked figures, one hunched, the other tall and armed. The first shred of Aelin’s court. The

“When she returns,” Aedion said quietly, “what she will do to the King of Adarlan will make the slaughtering ten years ago look merciful.” And in his heart, Aedion hoped he spoke true.

Mala, Lady of Light, Learning, and Fire. “You’ve been bringing

Why her magic was jumpy. Mala, Sun Goddess and Light-Bringer, was sister and eternal rival to Deanna, Keeper of the Moon. “Mab was immortalized

As she dusted the block off, an image emerged of a stag with a glowing star between its antlers, so like the one in Terrasen.

She didn’t want to know how he’d read her thoughts.

save for a trickle of dried blood from her nose and ears.

Jut likeher from that weird creature

her first priority wasn’t hunting down her master and cutting him into pieces for what he’d done to her lover, Sam Cortland. Arobynn had ordered Sam tortured and killed, and then devised a trap for Celaena that got her hauled off to Endovier.

“Tell me why the Captain of the Guard, a Lord of Adarlan, is helping his enemy. That’s all the information I want from you today.”

He cursed, but Manon kept walking, licking his blood off her nails. She almost spat it out. Vile. The blood tasted rotten, as if it had curdled or festered inside a corpse for days. She glanced at the blood on the rest of her hand. It was too dark for human blood.

Also made by bthe king?? Fae??

Each of the scars, the chipped teeth and broken claws, the mutilated tail—they weren’t the markings of a victim. Oh, no. They were the trophies of a survivor.

“you and I are going to learn how to fly. And then we’ll stain this kingdom red.”

Kingdom okf ash?

Manon was ice and Asterin was fire, then Sorrel was rock.

Aelin fire rowan ice whos her rock aeidon? Parrallels?

glimmer of what she had been before grief had decimated her so thoroughly.

“But consistently selecting someone who wouldn’t be missed or noticed?

It picked aelin rowan never saw it

Her mother had called her Fireheart.

If she doesn’t have either, that’s when she’ll turn into what they’re afraid of.”

“Because I am sick of it!” She was gulping down air, each breath shuddering as the horrific realization she’d been holding at bay since Nehemia’s death came loose. “I told her I would not help, so she orchestrated her own death. Because she thought …” She laughed—a horrible, wild sound. “She thought that her death would spur me into action. She thought I could somehow do more than her—that she was worth more dead. And she lied—about everything. She lied to me because I was a coward, and I hate her for it. I hate her for leaving me.”

Damn

“Even if it does, it can’t get past the wards.” When she raised her brows, he said, “The stones around the fortress have a spell woven between them to keep out enemies. Even magic bounces off it.”

“The fool didn’t know, and neither did the beast. But the language it spoke was Fae—an archaic form of the Old Language, almost indecipherable. It could remember the gold ring he bore, but not what he looked like.” It took every ounce of effort not to grab for her pocket and the ring she’d put in there, or to examine the sword she’d left by the door, and the ruby that might not be a ruby after all. But it was impossible—too much of a coincidence.

told me that the drop of water in my magic was my salvation—and sense of self-preservation.” A nod from him, and she admitted, “I wanted to learn to use it like the other healers—long ago, I mean. But never was allowed to. They said … well, it wouldn’t be all that useful, since

“When my mate died, it took me a very, very long time to come back.”

“Two hundred three years, twenty-seven days ago.” He gestured to the tattoo on his face, neck, arm. “This tells the story of how it happened. Of the shame I’ll carry until my last breath.” The warrior who had come the other day had such hollow eyes …“Others come to you to have their own grief and shame tattooed on them.”

Oh my god cute af

“Maybe we could find the way back together.”

it had been like gazing at a reflection. No wonder she had loathed him.

And

The two of them together, both of them lethal, working to build an army, to ignite their people … He was afraid of what they would do to his kingdom. Because this was still

Noll. It was a speck on the map at the farthest end of the Deserted Peninsula.

because of the fumes, we always had headaches—sometimes

“Noll isn’t much—just the tower and town we built around it. But the volcanoes were sacred, and ten years ago, maybe a bit longer, apparently we … not my men, because I wasn’t there, but rumor says the king took a legion into those volcanoes and sacked the temple.”

“The truth was, by the time we got our archers ready, the men who went mad had already bashed their own skulls in. Every time, as if they couldn’t get the pain out.”

than anything. But I hated it—we all did. It was just this awful black stone.”

Amaroth. The other outpost, and Murtaugh’s other possible origin point for their spell. Due north from Noll. Both the same distance from Rifthold. Three towers of black

stone, all three points making an equilateral triangle. It had to be part of the spell, then.

To find spidersilk. And the legendary Stygian spiders, large as horses and deadlier than poison, who wove it.

suppose we are sisters, you and I. Two faces of the same dark coin, from the same dark maker. Sisters in spirit, if not in flesh.”

“Ah. And is the curse broken?” “Not yet. But when we find the Crochan who can undo it …” She would enjoy that bloodletting.

Curfse?

merchant came by a few years ago—he told me there was a mortal High King who had set himself up there. But I heard a whisper on the wind recently that said he’d been deposed by a young woman with wine-red hair who now calls herself their High Queen.”

“The merchant himself was from there—a former shape-shifter. Lost his gifts, just like all of you truly mortal things. He was stuck in a man’s body, thankfully, but he did not realize that when he sold me twenty years of his life, some of his gifts passed to me. I can’t use them, of course, but I wonder … I do wonder what it would be like. To see the world through your pretty eyes. To touch a human man.”

The merchat tht gave calena spidersilk in rededsert

“Because if I free Eyllwe and destroy the king as Celaena, I can go anywhere after that. The crown … my crown is just another set of shackles.”

A boy in love with a wildfire—or believing he was in love with one.

“You cannot pick and choose what parts of her to love.” He pitied Chaol, he realized. His heart hurt for his friend, for all that Chaol had surely been realizing these past few months. “Just as you cannot pick which parts of me you accept.”

“you do not have the right to wish she were not what she is. The only thing you have a right to do is decide whether you are her enemy or her friend.”

Captain Rolfe is again Pirate Lord of Skull’s Bay, though not more than that. His men do not venture into the eastern Dead Islands.”

“Rolfe and his men swore that this was nothing from legend. It was made, they

“It bore a black collar—like a pet. It took a step toward them, as if to go into the sea and hunt them down, but it was yanked back by some invisible hand—some