Kingdom of Ash (Throne of Glass, #7)

by Sarah J. Maas

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

As if it had found a mirror of itself in the world, as if it had found the countermelody to its own song.

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

“Terrasen is my home,” Aelin said. It was the only answer in her heart. Darrow smiled—just a bit. “So it is.” He bowed his head. Then his body. “Welcome,” he said, then added as he rose, “Your Majesty.” But Aelin looked to Evangeline, the girl still beaming. Win me back my kingdom, Evangeline.

Aedion frowned at the dark stain on the stones. “We’re putting a rug over it,” Aelin told him. Lysandra laughed. “Something tacky, I hope.” “I’m thinking pink and purple. Embroidered with flowers. Just what Erawan would have loved.”

when I tell u I yelped lmao

For across every mountain, spread beneath the green canopy of Oakwald, carpeting the entire Plain of Theralis, the kingsflame was blooming.