Queen of Shadows (Throne of Glass, #4)

by Sarah J. Maas

To remember to repay her for a warm cloak in a cold dungeon.”

“That,” she said, more to herself than to him. “That is what I am going to find one day.”

“You light up the darkness.”

“If I have to be stuck with king duty, then you’re going to be stuck right there with me.

“Let’s have an adventure, Nesryn Faliq.”

“It was like dying a little every day. It was like being alive, too. It was joy so complete it was pain. It destroyed me and unmade me and forged me. I hated it, because I knew I couldn’t escape it, and knew it would forever change me. And that witchling … I loved her, too. I loved her in a way I cannot describe—other than to tell you that it was the most powerful thing I’ve ever felt, greater than rage, than lust, than magic.”

And the smell—of pine and snow … How had she never realized that Rowan’s scent was of Terrasen, of home?

And at long last, Aelin Ashryver Galathynius was home.