Kingdom of Ash (Throne of Glass, #7)

by Sarah J. Maas

“Only you can decide if you deserve it, Manon.”

Terrasen. 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.

Yrene had balked to let children witness such bloodshed and pain, but there was no one else to do it. No one else so eager to help.

Death had been her curse and her gift and her friend for these long, long years. She was happy to greet it again under the golden morning sun.

His name on her lips had been a summons he could never deny, even when death had held him so gently, nestled beneath all those he’d felled, and waited for his last breaths.

Chaol found himself saying, “I wish—I wish I had been so lucky to have you as my father.” Surprise and something far deeper passed across Gavriel’s face. His tattooed throat bobbed. “Thank you. Perhaps it is our lot—to never have the fathers we wish, but to still hope they might surpass what they are, flaws and all.”