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

by Sarah J. Maas

“Once upon a time,” she said to him, to the world, to herself, “in a land long since burned to ash, there lived a young princess who loved her kingdom … very much.”

She was Aelin Ashryver Galathynius—and she would not be afraid.

Once upon a time, in a land long since burned to ash, there lived a young princess who loved her kingdom …

One blink for yes. Two for no. Three for Are you all right? Four for I am here, I am with you. Five for This is real, you are awake.

“Two months, three days, and seven hours.”

Once upon a time, in a land long since burned to ash, there lived a young princess who loved her kingdom …

She passed through a world of snowcapped mountains under shining stars. Passed over one of those mountains, where a winged male stood beside a heavily pregnant female, gazing at those very stars. Fae. They were Fae, but this was not her world. She flung out a hand, as if she might signal them, as if they might somehow help her when she was nothing but an invisible speck of power— The winged male, beautiful beyond reason, snapped his head toward her as she arced across his starry sky. He lifted a hand, as if in greeting. A blast of dark power, like a gentle summer night, slammed into her. Not to attack—but to slow her down. A wall, a shield, that she tore and plunged through. But it slowed her. That winged male’s power slowed her, just enough.

Feyre and Rhys!!!