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

by Sarah J. Maas

Shooting from the heavens, faster than a star racing across the sky, a roaring form careened into Iskra’s bull. Those jaws came free of Abraxos’s neck, and then they were falling, twisting. Manon had enough sense to grab onto the saddle, to cling with everything she had as the wind threatened to tear her from him. His blood streamed upward as they fell, but then his wings spread wide, and he was banking, flapping up. He steadied enough that Manon swung into the saddle, strapping herself in as she whirled to see what had occurred behind her. Who had saved them. It was not Asterin. It was not any of the Thirteen. But Petrah Blueblood. And behind the Heir to the Blueblood Witch-Clan, now slamming into Morath’s aerial legion from where they’d crept onto the battlefield from high above the clouds, were the Ironteeth. Hundreds of them. Hundreds of Ironteeth witches and their wyverns crashed into their own. Petrah and Iskra pulled apart, the Blueblood Heir flapping toward Manon while Abraxos fought to stay upright. Even with the wind, the battle, Manon still heard Petrah as the Blueblood Heir said to her, “A better world.” Manon had no words. None, other than to look toward the city wall, to the force trying to enter through the river grates. “The walls—” “Go.” Then Petrah pointed to where Iskra had paused in midair to gape at what unfolded. At the act of defiance and rebellion so unthinkable that many of the Morath Ironteeth were equally stunned. Petrah bared her teeth, revealin...