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

by Sarah J. Maas

Up and up and up she climbed, grateful for all her training. Her headache only grew worse, but when she reached the top, she forgot about fatigue, forgot about pain. She raised the torch. Shimmering obsidian walls surrounded her, reaching high, high, high—so high that she couldn’t see the ceiling. She was inside some sort of chamber at the bottom of a tower. Twining through the strange stone walls, greenish veins glittered in the torchlight. She had seen this material before. Seen it— The king’s ring. The ring on Perrington’s finger. And Cain’s … She touched the stone, and a shock went through her, her head pounding so badly she gagged. The Eye of Elena gave a pulse of blue light but quickly died, as if the light itself had been sucked toward the stone and devoured. She staggered back toward the stairs. Gods above. What is this? As if in response, a boom shuddered through the tower, so loud that she jumped back. It echoed and echoed, turning metallic. She raised her gaze to the darkness above. “I know where I am,” she whispered as the sound subsided. The clock tower.