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

by Sarah J. Maas

For three months, she had sung to the darkness and the flame, and they had sung back. For three months, she had burrowed so deep inside her power that she had plundered undiscovered depths. While Maeve and Cairn had worked on her, she had delved. Never letting them know what she mined, what she gathered to her, day by day by day. A death blow. One to wipe a dark queen from the earth forever. She’d kept that power coiled in herself even after she’d been freed from the irons. Had struggled to keep it down these weeks, the strain enormous. Some days, it had been easier to barely speak. Some days, swaggering arrogance had been her key to ignoring it. Yet when she had seen that wave, when she had seen Elide and Lorcan choosing death together, when she had seen the army that might save Terrasen, she’d known. She’d felt the fire sleeping under this city, and knew they had come here for a reason. She had come here for this reason. A river still flowed from the dam, harmless and small, wending toward the lake. Nothing more. Aelin lifted a glowing hand before her as blessed, cooling emptiness filled her at last. Slowly, starting from her fingertips, the glow faded. As if she were forged anew, forged back into her body. Back into Aelin. Clarity, sharp and crystal clear, filled its wake. As if she could see again, breathe again. Inch by inch, the golden glow faded into skin and bone. Into a woman once more. Already, a white-tailed hawk launched skyward. But as the last of the glow fad...