Kingdom of Ash (Throne of Glass, #7)

by Sarah J. Maas

Prince Rowan Whitethorn Galathynius, consort, husband, and mate of the Queen of Terrasen, knew he was dreaming. He knew it, because he could see her. There was only darkness here. And wind. And a great, yawning chasm between them. No bottom existed in that abyss, that crack in the world. But he could hear whispers snaking through it, down far below. She stood with her back to him, hair blowing in a sheet of gold. Longer than he’d seen it the last time. He tried to shift, to fly over the chasm. His body’s innate magic ignored him. Locked in his Fae body, the jump too far, he could only stare toward her, breathe in her scent—jasmine, lemon verbena, and crackling embers—as it floated to him on the wind. This wind told him no secrets, had no song to sing. It was a wind of death, of cold, of nothing. Aelin. He had no voice here, but he spoke her name. Threw it across the gulf between them.