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

by Sarah J. Maas

“I could try to track him,” Gavriel offered. Rowan shook off his creeping dread. “I’ll fly out, try to pinpoint him, and signal back to you—” “Don’t bother,” said Princess Hasar, and Rowan was about to snarl his retort when she pointed to the battlefield. “She’s already ahead of you.” Rowan whirled, the others following suit. “No,” Fenrys breathed. There, galloping across the plain on a familiar black horse, was Elide. “Farasha,” Chaol murmured. “She’ll be killed,” said Gavriel, tensing as if he might jump off the battlements and chase after her. “She’ll be—” Farasha leaped over fallen bodies, weaving between the injured and dead, Elide twisting this way and that in the saddle. And from the distance, Rowan could make out her mouth moving, shouting one word, one name, over and over. Lorcan. “If any of you go down there,” Hasar warned, “you’ll be killed, too.” It went against every instinct, against the centuries of training and fighting he’d done with Lorcan, but the princess was right. To lose one life was better than several. Especially when he would need his cadre so badly during the rest of this war. Lorcan would agree—had taught Rowan to make those sorts of hard calls. Still Aelin remained silent, as if she’d descended deep within herself, and gazed at the battlefield. At the small rider and the mighty horse racing across it.