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

by Sarah J. Maas

One by one, the gods strode through the archway into their own world. Some sneered down at her as they passed. They would not take Erawan. Would not … would not do anything. Her chest was hollow, her soul gutted out, and yet this … And yet this … Aelin clawed at the mist-shrouded ground-that-was-not-ground as the last of them vanished. Until only one remained. A pillar of light and flame. Shining in the mists. Mala lingered on the threshold of her world. As if she remembered. As if she remembered Elena, and Brannon, and who knelt before her. Blood of her blood. The recipient of her power. Her Heir. “Seal the gate, Fire-Bringer,” Mala said softly. But the Lady of Light still hesitated. And from far away, Aelin heard another woman’s voice. Make sure that they’re punished someday. Every last one of them. They will be, she’d sworn to Kaltain. They had lied. Had betrayed Elena and Erilea, as they had believed themselves betrayed. Their green sun-drenched world rippled away ahead. Groaning, Aelin climbed to her feet. She was no lamb to slaughter. No sacrifice on an altar of the greater good. And she was not done yet. Aelin met Mala’s burning stare. “Do it,” Mala said quietly. Aelin looked past her, toward that pristine world they had sought to return to for so long. And realized that Mala knew—saw the thoughts in her own head. “Aren’t you going to stop me?” Mala only held out a hand. In it lay a kernel of white-hot power. A fallen star. “Take it. One last gift to my bloodline.” ...