Kingdom of Ash (Throne of Glass, #7)

by Sarah J. Maas

The Lord of the North was frantic, mindless with agony, as he galloped toward her. As smoke streamed from his white coat, as fire devoured his mighty antlers—not the immortal flame held between them on her own sigil, the immortal flame of the sacred stags of Terrasen, and of Mala Fire-Bringer before that. But true, vicious flames. The Lord of the North thundered past, burning, burning, burning. She reached a hand toward him, invisible and inconsequential, but the proud stag plunged on, screams rising from his mouth. Such horrible, relentless screams. As if the heart of the world were being shredded. She could do nothing when the stag threw himself into a wall of flame spread like a net between two burning oaks. He did not emerge.