Tower of Dawn (Throne of Glass, #6)

by Sarah J. Maas

showed him his mother. And his brother. And his father. Everything he had left. What he’d failed. What he’d hated and what he’d become. The lines between the last two had blurred.

He wished he’d been able to walk. So she could see him crawl toward her.

and headed down the dusty streets of Antica. She knew the way. The slums never moved. Only grew or shrank, depending on the ruler. In the bright sun, there was little to fear. They were not bad people. Only poor—some desperate. Many forgotten and disheartened.