Heir of Fire (Throne of Glass, #3)

by Sarah J. Maas

“You cannot pick and choose what parts of her to love.”

“I claim you, too, Aelin Galathynius.”

Yet this was not the end—this was not her end. She had survived loss and pain and torture; she had survived slavery and hatred and despair; she would survive this, too. Because hers was not a story of darkness. So she was not afraid of that crushing black, not with the warrior holding her, not with the courage that having one true friend offered—a friend who made living not so awful after all, not if she were with him.

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

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

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.