Queen of Shadows (Throne of Glass, #4)

by Sarah J. Maas

why raise this army … Why?” She could not understand it. The continent already belonged to them. It made no sense. “Because we can,”

“We’re not enemies. You can trust us—trust Aelin.” “No, I can’t. Not anymore.” “Then it’s your loss,”

“If you’re a monster, I’m a monster,”

“Aelin—I’ve seen it used, seen it wreck cities. It can literally melt people.”

“Good. So we know it works, then.”

“Do you want me to kill you, Dorian?” Aelin’s blood

She found Lysandra standing with a hand braced against a tree, wide-eyed, breathing hard. Chaol was gone.

question. “Aelin Galathynius.”

Queen, savior, enemy, Manon didn’t give a shit. She was

“Swords are boring,” the queen said, and palmed two fighting knives. Manon sheathed Wind-Cleaver along her own back. She flicked her wrists, the iron nails shooting out. She cracked her jaw, and her fangs descended. “Indeed.”

The queen looked at the nails, the teeth, and grinned. Honestly—it was a shame that Manon had to kill her.

came to find you. I came to have you burn it out of me!”

A stand. She’d make a stand. She was a Blackbeak, and her mother

She was a wolf. She was death, devourer of worlds. The guards found her curled up in the cell, shuddering at the carnage. They didn’t ask questions, didn’t look twice at her face before they hauled her down the hall and into the catacombs.