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

by Sarah J. Maas

Aelin’s magic tore out of her, a piece so vital and deep that she cried out, swaying. Only the king’s grip kept her from falling. The Lock was nearly finished, the two overlapping circles of the Eye almost complete. Her magic writhed, begging her to stop. But she could not. Would not. “Soon now,” the king promised. She found the man smiling. “I was given a message for you,” he said softly. His edges blurred, as the last of his power drained away. But he still smiled. Still looked at peace. “Your parents are … They are so very proud of you. They asked me to tell you that they love you so very much.” He was nearly invisible now, his words little more than a whisper of wind. “And that the debt has been paid enough, Fireheart.” Then he was gone. The last of him flowed into the Lock. Wiped from existence. She barely felt the tears on her face as she fell to her knees. As she gave and gave her magic, her very self. My name is Aelin Ashryver Galath— A choking scream tore out of her as the last of the Lock sealed. As the Lock became forged once more, as real as her own flesh. As Aelin’s magic completely vanished.