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

by Sarah J. Maas

A candle ignited. A bloom of white. Then another. Another. Blooming lights, along that broken interior. And where they shone … Flesh knitted. Bone smoothed. Light after light after light. His chest continued to rise and fall. Rise and fall. But in the hurt and the dark and the light … A woman’s voice that was both familiar and foreign. A voice that was both Hafiza’s and … another. Someone who was not human, never had been. Speaking through Hafiza herself, their voices blending into the blackness. The damage is too great. There must be a cost if it is to be repaired. All those lights seemed to hesitate at that otherworldly voice. Yrene brushed herself along them, waded through them like a field of white flowers, the lights bobbing and swaying in this quiet place of pain. Not lights … but healers. She knew their lights, their essences. Eretia—that was Eretia closest to her. The voice that was both Hafiza and Other said again, There must be a cost. For what the princess had done to him … There was no returning from it. I will pay it. Yrene said into the pain and dark and light. A daughter of Fenharrow will pay the debt of a son of Adarlan? Yes. She could have sworn a gentle, warm hand brushed her face. And Yrene knew it did not belong to Hafiza or the Other. Did not belong to any healer alive. But to one who had never left her, even when she had been turned into ash on the wind. The Other said, You offer this of your own free will? Yes. With my entire heart. It had been his f...