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

by Sarah J. Maas

Still Elide kept riding. Racing against death itself. Princess Hasar said quietly, “The girl is a fool. The bravest I’ve ever seen, but a fool nonetheless.” Aelin said nothing, her eyes distant. Like she’d retreated into herself at the realization that this sliver of hope was about to be washed away. Her friends with it. “Hellas guards Lorcan,” Fenrys murmured. “And Anneith, his consort, watches over Elide. Perhaps they will find each other.” “Hellas’s horse,” Chaol said. They turned toward him, dragging their eyes from the field. Chaol shook his head and gestured to the field, to the black mare and her rider. “I call Farasha Hellas’s horse. I’ve done so from the moment I met her.” As if meeting that horse, bringing her here, was not as much for him as it was for this. For this desperate race across an endless battlefield. Yrene clasped his hand, like she understood, too. Silence fell along their section of the battlement. There were no words left to say.