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

by Sarah J. Maas

Borte waved off Aelin’s words. “Hasar calls everyone a stupid cow. You’re in good company.” Another smile from Aelin at that. “But I’m not here to talk about that. I want to talk about you and me.” “My favorite subject,” Aelin said, chuckling slightly. Borte grinned. “You’re alive. You made it. We all thought you’d be dead.” She drew a line across her neck for emphasis, and Elide cringed. “Sartaq is probably going to have me leading one of the flanks into battle, but I’ve done that. Been good at that.” That grin widened. “I want to lead your flank.” “I don’t have a flank.” “Then who shall you ride with into battle?” “I hadn’t gotten that far,” Aelin said, lifting a brow. “Since I expected to be dead.” “Well, when you do, expect me to be in the skies above you. I’d hate for the battle to be dull.” Only the fierce-eyed rukhin would have the nerve to call marching on a hundred thousand soldiers dull. But before Aelin could say anything, or Elide could ask Borte whether the ruks were ready against the wyverns, the ruk rider was gone.