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

by Sarah J. Maas

Tumbling, flipping over herself, she passed through them one by one by one by one by one. It is the strength of this that matters. Wherever you go, Aelin, no matter how far, this will lead you home. Aelin roared, a spark of self flashing through the sky. The tether grew stronger. Tighter. Reeling her in. Too fast. She had to slow— She plummeted into the last of herself, into what remained, grappling for any sort of power to slow her racing. She passed through a world where a great city had been built along the curve of a river, the buildings impossibly tall and glimmering with lights. Passed through a world of rain and green and wind. Roaring, she tried to slow. She passed through a world of oceans with no land to be seen. Close. Home was so close she could nearly smell the pine and snow. If she missed it, if she passed by it— She passed through a world of snowcapped mountains under shining stars. Passed over one of those mountains, where a winged male stood beside a heavily pregnant female, gazing at those very stars. Fae. They were Fae, but this was not her world. She flung out a hand, as if she might signal them, as if they might somehow help her when she was nothing but an invisible speck of power— The winged male, beautiful beyond reason, snapped his head toward her as she arced across his starry sky. He lifted a hand, as if in greeting. A blast of dark power, like a gentle summer night, slammed into her. Not to attack—but to slow her down. A wall, a shield, that she ...