Heir of Fire (Throne of Glass, #3)

by Sarah J. Maas

Oh, he was definitely fussing, and though it warmed her miserable heart, it was becoming rather irritating.

“There were cells in the bowels of the mines that they used to punish slaves. Cells so dark you would wake up in them and think you’d been blinded. They locked me in there sometimes—once for three weeks straight. And the only thing that got me through it was reminding myself of my name, over and over and over—I am Celaena Sardothien.”

Ugh not using Sam's line… im crying

the only thing I could remember was that my name was Celaena. Celaena Sardothien, arrogant and brave and skilled, Celaena who did not know fear or despair, Celaena who was a weapon honed by Death.”

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

Thats kinda cute

“When I’m back to normal, can I assume you’re going to yell at me about almost burning out?”

He let out a soft laugh but continued stroking her hair. “You have no idea.”

Okaaaaaay hes growing on me

Afraid to play with fire, Princess?

Ugh this banter!!!!!

You won’t be happy if I singe your eyebrows off.

Tr...

Butting heads with Rowan was the least of her concerns, even if it had become one of her favorite activities.

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

Ahhhhhhh

“No. The soldiers killed every slave in Calaculla.”

no wtf

“Once he got word of the uprising in Eyllwe, the King of Adarlan sent two other legions north. None were spared in Endovier.”

Sick

That was when they noticed that every musician on the stage was wearing mourning black. That was when they shut up. And when the conductor raised his arms, it was not a symphony that filled the cavernous space. It was the Song of Eyllwe. Then the Song of Fenharrow. And Melisande. And Terrasen. Each nation that had people in those labor camps.

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

How sick

“You have experience—you are needed here. You are the only person who can give the demi-Fae a chance of surviving; you are trusted and respected. So I am staying. Because you are needed, and because I will follow you to whatever end.”

Oh i am crying

“To whatever end?”

Ahhhhhhhh

Rowan looked into her eyes, into the very core of her, and said, “Fireheart.”

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Fireheart, he had called her. Did he know what that name meant to her? She wanted to ask, still had so many questions for him, but right now, after all the news of the day, she needed to sleep.

My heart

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

Stop im crying

It doesn’t matter. Even if we survive, when we go to Doranelle, you will walk out of Maeve’s realm alone.

Noooooo why do you do this

A monster to destroy monsters.

Rowan had not come back to help. But she told herself he would come, and he would help, because it was not weakness to admit she needed him, needed his help

Dorian lifted his chin. “I have a friend. He is to be Lord of Anielle someday, and the fiercest warrior in the land.”

Aww chaol!??

“Never take it off. Never lose it.” Her mother kissed her brow. “Wear it, and know that you are loved, Fireheart—that you are safe, and it is the strength of this”—she placed a hand on her heart—“that matters. Wherever you go, Aelin,” she whispered, “no matter how far, this will lead you home.”

Oh my heart… this is the same amulet that Elena gave her…… im crying

“Rowan,” Gavriel murmured, tightening his grip on Rowan’s arm. Rain had begun pouring. “We are needed inside.”

“No,” he snarled. He knew Aelin was alive, because during all these weeks that they had been breathing each other’s scents, they had become bonded. She was alive, but could be in any level of torment or decay. That was why Gavriel and Lorcan were holding him back. If they didn’t, he would run for the darkness, where Lyria beckoned.

But for Aelin, he had tried to...

Ugh my heart

“She is dead, you fool, or close enough to it. You can still save other lives.”

“If you don’t let me go, I’ll rip your head from your body,” he snarled at Lorcan, the commander who had offered him a company of warriors when he had nothing and no one left.

YESSSSS

the gold and red and blue flames utterly hers, this heir of fire.

Roll credits

And though she knew he could read the words on her face, she said, “To whatever end?”

He nodded, and she joined hands with him, blood to blood and soul to soul, his other arm coming around to grip her tightly. Their hands clasped between them, he whispered into her ear, “I claim you, too, Aelin Galathynius.”

Ahhhhhhhhh yessssssss

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 had to face the man who had made her into a weapon, who had destroyed another part of her life, and who could prove to be her greatest threat.

Im scared

“I have never told anyone this story. No one in the world knows it. But it’s mine,” she said, blinking past the burning in her eyes, “and it’s time for me to tell it.”

“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.”

Ahhhhhhhhh

It was a long story, and sometimes she grew quiet and cried—and during those times he leaned over to wipe away her tears.

Sto im crying

“It might take a while, but if—when I reclaim my kingdom, the demi-Fae will always have a home there. And you two—and Malakai—will have a place in my household, should you wish it. As my friends.”

Yesss i love this

“Your mother would be proud,” Emrys said.

Stop my heart

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.

And then Celaena set the world on fire.

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

“Aelin,” he murmured, and it wasn’t a reprimand, or a thank-you, but … a prayer. “Aelin,” he whispered again, grinning, and kissed her brow before he dropped to both knees before her.

“You’re free. You’re free now.”

I claim you, Aelin. To whatever end.

“Together, Fireheart,”

Ahhhhhh

“Say it, Aelin.”

“Do you promise to serve in my court, Rowan Whitethorn, from now until the day you die?”

OH YESSS HERE WE GO

“I do. Until my last breath, and the world beyond. To whatever end.”

YESSSSSSS LETS GOOOOOOO