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

by Sarah J. Maas

“I just want to be with you,” he murmured. “I don’t care where we go. That’s all I want.”

She was fire, she was darkness, she was dust and blood and shadow. She hurtled through the streets, each step faster than the last as that dark fire burned through thought and feeling until all that remained was her rage and her prey.

The breeze grew into a wind, and she closed her eyes, letting it sweep away the ashes of that dead world—of that dead girl. And then there was nothing left except something new, something still glowing red from the forging.

“My name is Celaena Sardothien,” she whispered, “and I will not be afraid.”