Throne of Glass (Throne of Glass #0.1–0.5, 1–7)

by Sarah J. Maas

In the silence of her bedroom, she swore an oath to the moonlight that if Sam were hurt, no force in the world would hold her back from slaughtering everyone responsible.

“I love you,” he breathed against her mouth. “And from today onward, I want to never be separated from you. Wherever you go, I go. Even if that means going to Hell itself, wherever you are, that’s where I want to be. Forever.”

The freckles of light along the panels danced like falling snow. Like ash. Ash from a world burned into nothing—

Celaena let him kiss her until she’d again forgotten the dark burden that would always haunt her.

She was fire, she was darkness, she was dust and blood and shadow.

She had to get away. Forever. Brash, foolish fire flared up, and turned her—only for a moment—into that girl again.

She knew the chill bite beneath it, knew it carried the hint of pine and snow, knew the mountains from which it hailed. A northern breeze, a breeze of Terrasen.