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

by Sarah J. Maas

Yet Fenrys battled near Rowan’s other side, Lorcan on his left—a dark, deadly wind lashing out in time with his sword. Once, they had been little more than slaves to a queen who had unleashed them across the world. Together, they had taken on armies and decimated cities. He had not cared then whether he walked off those distant battlefields. Had not cared whether those kingdoms fell or survived. He had been given his orders, and had executed them. But here, today … Aelin had given them no order, no command other than the very first they’d sworn to obey: to protect Terrasen. So they would. And together, they would do so, cadre once more. They would fight for this kingdom—their new court. Their new home. He could see it in Fenrys’s eyes as he cut a soldier in two with a deep slice to the middle. Could see that vision of a future on Lorcan’s raging face as the warrior wielded magic and blade to rip through the enemy ranks. Cadre, yet more than that. Brothers—the warriors fighting at his side were his brothers. Had stayed with him through all of it. And would continue to do so now. It steeled him as much as the thought of his mate, still fighting ahead. He had to get to her, keep close. They all did. Orynth depended upon it. No longer slaves. No longer raging and broken. A home. This would be their home. Their future. Together. Morath soldiers fell before them. Some outright ran as they beheld who battled closer. Perhaps why Maeve had gathered them in the first place. Yet she ...