Kingdom of Ash (Throne of Glass, #7)

by Sarah J. Maas

And tell him thank you—for walking that dark path with me back to the light. It had been his honor. From the very beginning, it had been his honor, the greatest of his immortal life. An immortal life they would share together—somehow. He’d allow no other alternative. Rowan silently swore it to the stars. He could have sworn the Lord of the North flickered in response.

It is the strength of this that matters. No matter where you are, no matter how far, this will lead you 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.

“I am human,” he repeated, to the stars now visible above the city. The sword didn’t answer again. As if it knew he no longer needed it.