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

by Sarah J. Maas

She wouldn’t care. Let them execute her. Let them put an end to her, too. Nehemia had been the hope of a kingdom, of many kingdoms. The court Nehemia had dreamed of would never be. Eyllwe would never be free. Celaena would never get the chance to tell her that she was sorry for the things she’d said. All that would remain were the last words Nehemia had spoken to her. The last thing her friend had thought of her. You are nothing more than a coward. “If they let you out,” Kaltain said, both of them staring into the blackness of their prisons, “make sure that they’re punished someday. Every last one of them.” Celaena listened to her own breathing, felt Chaol’s blood under her nails, and the blood of all those men she’d hacked down, and the coldness of Nehemia’s room, where all that gore had soaked the bed. “They will be,” Celaena swore to the darkness. She had nothing left to give, except that.