Kingdom of Ash (Throne of Glass, #7)

by Sarah J. Maas

“Be the bridge, be the light. When iron melts, when flowers spring from fields of blood—let the land be witness, and return home.”

She passed through a world where a great city had been built along the curve of a river, the buildings impossibly tall and glimmering with lights.

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.

They were Fae, but this was not her world. She flung out a hand, as if she might signal them, as if they might somehow help her when she was nothing but an invisible speck of power— 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. Not to attack—but to slow her down. A wall, a shield, that she tore and plunged thr...

“And when this war is over, however it may end, I will still be here, with you. Whether in this life or the next, Aedion.”

Her name was Aelin Ashryver Whitethorn Galathynius. And she would not be afraid.