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

by Sarah J. Maas

Aelin looked to Darrow, still waiting. “Where were we?” The old lord smiled slightly and gestured to the throne. “The last piece of this ceremony.” “Then lunch,” Fenrys muttered, sighing. Aelin suppressed her smile, and took the two steps to the throne. She halted again as she turned to sit. Halted at the small figures who poked their heads around the throne room doors. A small gasp escaped her, enough that everyone turned to look. “The Little Folk,” people murmured, some backing away as small figures darted through the shadows down the aisle, wings rustling and scales gleaming. One of them approached the dais, and with spindly greenish hands, laid their offering at her feet. A second crown. Mab’s crown. Taken from her saddlebags—wherever they had wound up after the battle. With them, it seemed. As if they would not let it be lost once more. Would not let her forget. Aelin picked up the crown they had laid at her feet, gaping toward the small gathering who clustered in the shadows beyond the pews, their dark, wide eyes blinking. “The Faerie Queen of the West,” Elide said softly, though all heard. Aelin’s fingers trembled, her heart filling to the point of pain, as she surveyed the ancient, glimmering crown. Then looked to the Little Folk. “Yes,” she said to them. “I will serve you, too. Until the end of my days.” And Aelin bowed to them then. The near-invisible people who had saved her so many times, and asked for nothing. The Lord of the North, who had survived, as she ha...