Kingdom of Ash (Throne of Glass, #7)

by Sarah J. Maas

Her mother placed a phantom hand over Aelin’s heart. It is the strength of this that matters. No matter where you are, no matter how far, this will lead you home.

You do not yield. Then she was gone, like dew under the morning sun. But the words lingered. Blossomed within Aelin, bright as a kindled ember. You do not yield.

They’d walked this dark path together back to the light. He would not let the road end here.

It was you, who knew pain as I did, and who walked with me through it, back to the light.

She passed through a world of snowcapped mountains under shining stars. Passed over one of those mountains, where a winged male stood beside a heavily pregnant female, gazing at those very stars. Fae.

The winged male, beautiful beyond reason, snapped his head toward her as she arced across his starry sky. He lifted a hand, as if in greeting. A blast of dark power, like a gentle summer night, slammed into her.

Cairn ran a hand over the rim of the coffin. “I broke some part of you, didn’t I?” I name you Elentiya, “Spirit That Could Not Be Broken.”