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

by Sarah J. Maas

Beauty remained—and she would fight for it. Needed to fight. It was a constant thrum in her blood, her bones. Right alongside the power that she shoved down deep and dismissed with each breath. Fight—one last time. She’d escaped so she might do it. Would think of all those still defying Morath, defying Maeve, while she trained. She wouldn’t hesitate. Didn’t dare to pause. She’d make this time count. In every way possible. The emerald on her marriage band glistened with its own fire. Selfish of her, to enforce that bond when her very blood destined her for a sacrificial altar, and yet she had gotten out of the boat to find them. The rings. Raiding the trove had been an afterthought. But if she was to have no scars on her, no reminder of where she’d been and who she was and what she’d promised, then she’d needed this one scrap of proof. Aelin could have sworn the living stars overhead sang, a celestial choir that floated through the caves. A star-song carried along the river current, running beside them, for the last miles to the sea.