Kingdom of Ash (Throne of Glass, #7)

by Sarah J. Maas

One blink for yes. Two for no. Three for Are you all right? Four for I am here, I am with you. Five for This is real, you are awake.

As Kaltain Rompier, clad in an onyx gown and dark hair unbound, smiled sadly at him.

Let my girl rest

You do not yield.

she had not ever really escaped at all, had she?

Shes had enough

My name is Aelin Ashryver Galathynius, and I will not be afraid. I will not be afraid. I will not be afraid.

She passed through a world of snowcapped mountains under shining stars. Passed over one of those mountains, where a winged male stood beside a heavily pregnant female, gazing at those very stars. Fae. They were Fae, but this was not her world. She flung out a hand, as if she might signal them, as if they might somehow help her when she was nothing but an invisible speck of power— The winged male, beautiful beyond reason, snapped his head toward her as she arced across his starry sky. He lifted a hand, as if in greeting. A blast of dark power, like a gentle summer night, slammed into her. Not to attack—but to slow her down.

Rhys and Feyre

Precisely as Aelin had told him Sam Cortland had done in Skull’s Bay,

Sam Cortland is my Roman Empire

“I am a god.”

“I’m going to have a terrible headache from all this crying,

Me rn