Heir of Fire (Throne of Glass, #3)

by Sarah J. Maas

You think any of us like to hear you two cursing and screaming every afternoon? The language you use is enough to curdle all the milk in Wendlyn.”

One by one, like shadows emerging from the mist, they appeared. The faces of the people she had loved with her heart of wildfire.

She would light up the darkness, so brightly that all who were lost or wounded or broken would find their way to it, a beacon for those who still dwelled in that abyss. It would not take a monster to destroy a monster—but light, light to drive out darkness.