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

by Sarah J. Maas

The wind roared, but the ruk lifted them higher. Kadara fell into rank behind—guarding their rear. Through her whipping hair, Nesryn looked back toward the fire-limned pass. To where Borte and Yeran now soared upward, a dark form clutched in the claws of Yeran’s ruk. Utterly limp. Borte was not done. A light sparked atop her ruk. A flaming arrow. Borte fired it high into the sky. A signal, Nesryn realized as countless wings filled the air around them. And as Borte’s arrow landed atop a web, flame erupting, hundreds of lights kindled in the sky. Ruk riders. Each bearing a flaming arrow. Each now pointing downward. Like a rain of shooting stars, the arrows fell upon the darkness of Dagul. Landed on web and tree. And caught fire. One after another after another. Until the night was lit up, until smoke streamed, mingling with the rising screams from the peaks and wood.