Tower of Dawn (Throne of Glass, #6)

by Sarah J. Maas

You must enter where you fear to tread.

“Don’t you waste one heartbeat being afraid of a coward who hunts women in the darkness,” Chaol snapped at her.

there were plans so long in the making that for someone who let the world deem her unchecked and brash, Aelin showed a great deal of restraint in keeping it all hidden.

Perhaps that’s what it wants. To use fear and guilt to end this—stop

Had Aelin played the damsel, they would have called her a weak and uncertain ally. There was no way to win.

It would never be his to discover.

She was in a mood, too. Good. He’d been aching for a fight—the

Yrene retreated. Not a hunt, but a dance.

He didn’t understand—how she could be so delicate, so small, when she had overturned his life entirely.

“We don’t look back,” he said, meeting her stare. “It helps no one and nothing to look back.” The way he said it … It seemed as if it meant something more. To him, at least. But Chaol’s smile grew, his eyes lighting as he added, “We can only go on.”

Began to see her as a monster.” “Is she?” “It depends on who’s telling the story, I suppose.”

He had not healed. Unmoored and raging, he had not wanted to heal. Not really. His body, yes, but even that … Some part of him had whispered it was deserved.

What if we go on, only to more pain and despair? Aelin had smiled at his question, posed on that rooftop in Rifthold. As if she had understood, long before he did, that he would find this pit. And learn the answer for himself. Then it is not the end.

A moment of kindness. From a young woman who ended lives to a young woman who saved them.