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

by Sarah J. Maas

Borte had gone back to studying the Fae males. Not their considerable beauty, but their size, their pointed ears, their weapons and elongated canines. Aelin whispered conspiratorially to the girl, “Make them roll over before you offer them a treat.” Lorcan glared, but Fenrys shifted in a flash, the enormous white wolf filling the space. Hasar swore, Sartaq backing away a step, but Borte beamed. “You are all truly Fae, then.” Gavriel, ever the gallant knight, sketched a bow. Lorcan, the bastard, just crossed his arms. Yet Rowan smiled at Borte. “Indeed we are.” Borte whirled to Aelin. “Then you are Aelin Galathynius. You look just how Nesryn said.” Aelin grinned at Nesryn, the woman leaning against Sartaq’s side. “I hope you only said horrible things about me.” “Only the worst,” Nesryn said with dead flatness, though her mouth twitched.