The Assassin and the Empire (Throne of Glass, #0.5)

by Sarah J. Maas

If the Vaults were the heart of Rifthold’s underworld, then the glass castle was the soul of Adarlan’s empire.

Whenever I’m scared out of my wits, I tell myself: My name is Sam Cortland … and I will not be afraid. I’ve been doing it for years.”

“When we die,” she said, “I don’t think the gods will even know what to do with us.” Sam glanced at her, a hint of amusement shining in his eyes.

Perhaps she’d tear this entire city down, too. She smiled. She liked the sound of that.

and the guards’ dying shouts brought a wicked grin to her lips.

Farran studied his new ally, his gaze glittering. “You have no idea.” After another moment of quiet, he asked, “Why did you do it?” Arobynn’s attention drifted back to the wagon, already a small dot in the rolling foothills above Rifthold. “Because I don’t like sharing my belongings,” was his only response.