Kingdom of Ash (Throne of Glass, #7)

by Sarah J. Maas

Tell Rowan that I’m sorry I lied. But tell him it was all borrowed time anyway. Even before today, I knew it was all just borrowed time, but I still wish we’d had more of it.

Cried then, crying now

And tell him thank you—for walking that dark path with me back to the light.

“Nox Owen.”

It was my first time out of Perranth. My first time, and I wound up unwittingly training alongside my queen.”

Noxxxxx

Every horizon he’d gazed toward, unable and unwilling to rest during those centuries, every mountain and ocean he’d seen and wondered what lay beyond … It had been her. It had been Aelin, the silent call of the mating bond driving him, even when he could not feel it.

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

With a roar, Fenrys leaped. And with it, he snapped the blood oath completely.

If he dies ill be pissdd

She slid it over her bare forearm, splitting skin. Leaving blood in its wake.

Omggggg I literally never see any of this coming

“They burned her.”

I cant

“I love you,” he whispered in Elide’s ear.

I actually love them

But until then, he wanted her here. Sleeping at his side, where he might watch over her. As she had watched over him.

A beacon glowing bright in the shadows of the mountains, in the shadows of the forces that awaited them, Aelin lit the way north.

“All of them. All of them came here because of Aelin. Not you. So before you sneer that there is no Her Majesty’s Armada, allow me to tell you that there is. And you are not a part of it.”

“You came to Morath for a key and will leave with a bride.”

He better be pulling her leg

“Please. I am begging you. I am begging you, Lysandra, to go.” Her chin lifted. “You are not asking our other allies to run.” “Because I am not in love with our other allies.”

“We came,” Manon said, loud enough that all on the city walls could hear, “to honor a promise made to Aelin Galathynius. To fight for what she promised us.” Darrow said quietly, “And what was that?” Manon smiled then. “A better world.”

chills

The Crochans had returned at last.

Wyvern.

DORIAN

“Live, Manon.”

“Bring our people home, Manon.” Manon knew then. What they were going to do.

This tore me apart

Manon began screaming then. Screaming, endless and wordless, as that thing in her chest, as her heart, shattered.

Asterin exploded. As she and the Thirteen Yielded completely, and blew themselves and the witch tower to smithereens.

I can’t believe I was a witch hater in the beginning

Had she looked, she would have seen the people gathered behind them, so many they streamed all the way to the city gates. Would have seen the humans standing side by side with the Crochans and Ironteeth. All come to honor the Thirteen.

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

“For the bastard-born mark you bear, you are Nameless, yet am I not so as well?” He glanced between them, his eyes wide. “What is my name?”

WTFFFFFF

She had lied. His Fireheart had lied. And he would now watch her die.

Wyrdmarks. Rowan had hidden Wyrdmarks in her tattoo. Had inked Wyrdmarks all over it. “A map home,” Mala said, the image fading. “To him.”

sneakkkyyy

Another voice whispered past then, a fragment of memory, spoken on a rooftop in Rifthold. What if we go on, only to more pain and despair? Then it is not the end.

So many emotions holy

The Fae heart. The cost. She had given all of herself. Had given up her life.

Terrasen has always meant home. A place where … where the sort of people who hurt us don’t get to live. Where anyone, regardless of who they are and where they came from and what their rank is can dwell in peace.

“I should like to face my enemies knowing that the heart of my lands, of this kingdom, will beat on in the chest of Evangeline. That no matter the gathering shadow, Terrasen will always live in someone who understands its very essence without needing to be taught. Who embodies its very best qualities.”

Before them all, riding on the Lord of the North, was Aelin.

goosebumps

Cadre, yet more than that. Brothers—the warriors fighting at his side were his brothers. Had stayed with him through all of it. And would continue to do so now.

Gavriel smiled at him. “Close the gate, Aedion,”

Noooooo come on

Yet the songs would mention this—that the Lion fell before the western gate of Orynth, defending the city and his son. If they survived today, if they somehow lived, the bards would sing of it.

Aelin walked forward. Took Yrene Westfall by the hand to guide her to the front. Then Manon Blackbeak. Elide Lochan. Lysandra. Evangeline. Nesryn Faliq. Borte and Hasar and Ansel of Briarcliff. All the women who had fought by her side, or from afar. Who had bled and sacrificed and never given up hope that this day might come. “Walk with me,” Aelin said to them, the men and males falling into step behind. “My friends.”

Dorian smiled. And found himself, for the first time in a while, looking forward to tomorrow.

we <3 dorian !

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