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 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.

“To whatever end,” he whispered. Silver lined her eyes. “To whatever end.”

Manon returned the gesture, bowing her head as she did. “We are the Thirteen,” she said. “From now until the Darkness claims us.”

The 13 wasn’t claimed by darkness, “but light—light, bright and pure as the sun on snow”. So what if the 13 are still alive, somewhere?

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.

Rhysand and Feyre??

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