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

by Sarah J. Maas

People screamed. Further into the city, people were screaming. Fleeing. Only a few blocks to the southern gate—to Aelin. And yet … those screams of terror and pain continued. Families. Children. Home. This was to be his home. Already was, if Aelin were with him. He would defend it. Rowan drew his sword and hatchet. Fire burst beyond the walls, bathing the city in gold. She couldn’t have more than an ember. Against Erawan and Maeve, she should already be dead. Yet her flame still raged. The mating bond held strong. White flashed beside him, and then there was Fenrys, stained with blood and snarling at the soldiers pouring over the walls. One neared them, and a swipe of a mighty paw was all it took for the grunt to be in pieces. A swipe—and then a burst of black wind. Lorcan. They halted for all of a heartbeat. Both males looked to him in question. They knew full well where Aelin was. What the plan had been. Another blast of flame from beyond the walls. But the screams of the innocent in the city … She would never forgive him for it. If he walked away. So Rowan angled his weapons. Turned toward the screaming. “We swore an oath to our queen and this court,” he snarled, sizing up the soldiers pouring over the walls. “We will not break it.”