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

by Sarah J. Maas

Dorian said into the dark chasm of her mind, I was a slave once. You didn’t really think I’d allow myself to be so once again, did you? She thrashed, but he held her firm. You will free me, she hissed, and the voice was not that of a beautiful queen, but something vicious and cold. Starved and hateful. You’re old as the earth, and yet you thought I would truly fall for your offer. He chuckled, letting a wisp of his fire burn her. Maeve shrieked, silent and endless in their minds. I’m surprised you fell for my trap. I will kill you for this. Not if I kill you first. His fire became a living thing, wrapping around her pale throat. In the real world, in the place where their bodies existed. You hurt my friend, he said with lethal calm. It will not be so very difficult to end you for it. Is this the king you wish to be? Torturing a helpless female? He laughed again. You are not helpless. And if I could, I would seal you in an iron box for eternity. Dorian glanced to the windows. To the night beyond. He had to go—quickly. But he still said, The king I wish to be is the opposite of what you are. He gave Maeve a smile. And there is only one witch who will be my queen. A groan rumbled through the mountain beneath them. Morath shuddered. Maeve’s eyes widened further. A crack louder than thunder echoed through the stones. The tower swayed. Dorian’s mouth curved upward. You didn’t think I spent all those hours merely searching, did you? He wouldn’t allow it to exist another day—that ...