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

by Sarah J. Maas

Down the battlement steps. Out through the castle gates and into the city streets beyond. She didn’t care that others followed. More and more of them. The streets were filled with blood and rubble, all of it gilded by the rising sun. She didn’t feel the warmth of that sun on her face while they walked through the southern gate and onto the plain beyond. She didn’t care that someone had opened the gate for them. At her side, Abraxos nudged aside piles of Valg soldiers, clearing a path for her. For all those who trailed in their wake. It was so quiet. Inside her, and on the plain. So quiet, and empty. Manon crossed the still battlefield. Didn’t stop until she reached the center of the blast radius. Until she stood in its heart. Not a trace of the tower. Or those who had been in it, around it. Even the stones had been melted into nothing. Not a trace of the Thirteen, or their brave, noble wyverns. Manon fell to her knees. Ashes rose, fluttering, soft as snow as they clung to the tears on her face. Abraxos lay beside her, his tail curling around her while she bowed over her knees and wept. Behind her, had she looked, she would have seen Glennis. And Bronwen. Petrah Blueblood. Aedion Ashryver and Lysandra and Ren Allsbrook. Prince Galan and Captain Rolfe and Ansel of Briarcliff, Ilias and the Fae royals beside them. Had she looked, she would have seen the small white flowers they bore. Would have wondered how and where they had gotten them in the dead heart of winter. Had she l...