Kingdom of Ash (Throne of Glass, #7)

by Sarah J. Maas

It had arrived an hour ago, and he still hadn’t opened it. No, he’d just taken it from the messenger—one of the fleet of children commanded by Evangeline—and brought it back to his bedroom.

I LOVE that Evangeline has her own fleet of children messengers 😂

Chaol swallowed. “It’s from my mother.”

Oh my god! I wonder what it says… OPEN IT CHAOL

Yrene wiped at her face. Her mouth trembled, but there was joy in her eyes. Pure joy. “It says that she loves you. It says that she has missed you. It says that if you and I are amenable to it, she would like to come live with us. Your brother Terrin, too.”

Oh my heart 🥹

“You could just marry each other,” Yrene said, and Dorian whipped his head to her, incredulous. “It’d make it easier for you both, so you don’t need to pretend.” Chaol gaped at his wife.

I LOVE YRENE SO MUCH 🤣

But Manon smirked at Yrene, her silver-white hair lifting in the breeze, as if reaching for the united people who would soon soar westward. That smirk softened as she mounted Abraxos and gathered up the reins. “We’ll see,” was all Manon Blackbeak, High Queen of the Crochans and Ironteeth, said before she and her wyvern leaped into the skies.

THAT WASNT A NO MANON!!! 😚

“We’re a long way from Innish,” Yrene whispered. “But lost no longer,” Aelin whispered back, voice breaking as they embraced.

Honestly this little connection from the novellas is one of the greatest plot lines ever and I will never be over it

And then Aelin stood before Dorian and Chaol, and Rowan stepped back, falling into line beside Aedion, Fenrys, Lorcan, Elide, Ren, and Lysandra. Their fledgling court—the court that would change this world. Rebuild it. Giving their queen space for this last, hardest good-bye.

How far they’ve come these three

Aelin looked at Chaol and Dorian and sobbed. Opened her arms to them, and wept as they held each other. “I love you both,” she whispered. “And no matter what may happen, no matter how far we may be, that will never change.” “We will see you again,” Chaol said, but even his voice was thick with tears. “Together,” Dorian breathed, shaking. “We’ll rebuild this world together.”

Damnit I’m crying again!! But these three have been through so much and have come such a long way from the prince, guard, and prisoner/assassin they were in the first book!! It’s only fitting that they end this journey together since they were the ones that started it all! 🥹

Rowan ignored the faint ache that lingered there from the tattoos she’d helped him ink the night before. Gavriel’s name, rendered in the Old Language. Exactly how the Lion had once tattooed the names of his fallen warriors on himself. Fenrys and Lorcan, a tentative peace between them, also now bore the tattoo—had demanded one as soon as they’d caught wind of what Rowan planned to do. Aedion, however, had asked Rowan for a different design. To add Gavriel’s name to the Terrasen knot already inked over his heart.

Now Gavriel will always be with them (I’m sorry i can’t make the daddy Gavriel jokes anymore I’m still not over his death) 😢

She frowned, her eyes dampening. “I’m going to have a terrible headache from all this crying, and you’re not helping.”

SAME AELIN SAME

The letter Aelin had written to Nehemia’s parents had been the most joyous of her life. I hope to meet you soon, she’d written. And repair this world together. Yes, they had replied. Nehemia would wish it so.

I’m sure she would have 🥹

Elide and Lorcan—now Lord Lorcan Lochan, to Aelin’s eternal amusement—

ME TOO AELIN 🤣

Everyone would converge on Orynth, then. For Aedion and Lysandra’s wedding. A Prince of Wendlyn no longer, but a true Lord of Terrasen.

They deserve every happiness 🥹

Indeed, Fleetfoot lay beside the fire on her little cushioned bed, curled up tightly.

I love how Fleetfoot has still survived despite all that has happened!

Aelin wept then. Wept in joy that lit her heart, brighter than any magic could ever be. For across every mountain, spread beneath the green canopy of Oakwald, carpeting the entire Plain of Theralis, the kingsflame was blooming.

A symbol that better world is here 🥹