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

by Sarah J. Maas

The siege tower groaned as it slowed to a stop. Just as the wall under them shuddered at its impact, Fenrys whispered, “Holy gods.” Not at the bridge that snapped down, soldiers teeming in the dark depths inside. But at who emerged from the keep archway behind them. What emerged. Rowan didn’t know where to look. At the soldiers pouring out of the siege tower, leaping onto the battlements, or at Aelin. At the Queen of Terrasen. She’d found armor below the keep. Beautiful, pale gold armor that gleamed like a summer dawn. Holding back her braided hair, a diadem lay flush against her head. Not a diadem, but a piece of armor. Part of some ancient set for a lady long since buried. A crown for war, a crown to wear into battle. A crown to lead armies. There was no fear on her face, no doubt, as Aelin hefted her shield, flipping Goldryn in her hand once before the first of Morath’s soldiers was upon her. A swift, upward strike cleaved the Morath grunt from navel to chin. His black blood sprayed, but she was already moving, flowing like a stream around a rock. Rowan launched into movement, his blades finding their marks, but still he watched her. Aelin slammed her shield against an oncoming warrior, Goldryn slicing through another before she plunged the blade into the soldier she’d deflected. She did it again, and again. All while heading toward that siege tower. Unhindered. Unleashed. A call went down the line. The queen has come. Soldiers waiting their turn whirled toward them. Ae...