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Heir of Fire, p.51
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Part #3 of Thramong Glass series by Sarah J. Maas
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Three blasts shook the castle, shaking dust from the stones over. He maintained running, understanding each blast meant Dorian was alive a little much longer, and dreading the silence to come. Hope—that was what he brought via him. The hope of a better world that Aedion and Sorscha and Dorian had sacrificed themselves for. He made one stop, with Fleetfoot still gripped over his shoulder. With a silent prayer to the gods for their forgiveness, Chaol hurtled into the tomb to grab Damaris, shoving the sacred blade through his belt and stuffing a few handfuls of gold into his cloak pockets. And though the skull-­shaped knocker didn’t move, he told Mort specifically wbelow he would be. “Just in case she comes back. In case . . . in situation she ­doesn’t know.” Mort remained stationary, however Chaol had the feeling he’d been listening all the exact same as he got hold of the satchel containing Dorian and Celaena’s magic publications and fbrought about the passage that would certainly take him to the sewage system tunnel. A few minutes later on, he was elevating the heavy iron gprice over the drain stream. The exterior beyond was wholly dark and also still. As he heaved Fleetfoot back right into his arms to swing them both about the wall and also onto the stream bank past, the castle went silent. There ­were screams, yes, yet silence lurked beneath them. He did not want to know if Dorian was alive or dead. He ­couldn’t decide which was worse. • When Chaol acquired to the covert apartment, Ren was pacing. “Where’s—” Tright here was blood on him, he realized. The spray from Sorscha’s neck. Chaol didn’t understand exactly how he found the words, yet he told Ren what had taken place. “So it’s just us?” Ren asked quietly. Chaol nodded. Fleetfoot was sniffing approximately in the apartment, having made her inspection and also chose Ren ­wasn’t worth eating—­also after Ren had actually protested that the dog can attract as well much attention. She was staying; that was nonnegotiable. A muscle feathered in Ren’s jaw. “Then we find a method to complimentary Aedion. As soon as feasible. You and me. Between your understanding of the castle and my contacts, we deserve to find a way.” Then he whispered, “You said Dorian’s woman was—­was a healer?” When Chaol nodded, Ren looked prefer he was about to be sick, however he asked, “Was she named Sorscha?” “You ­were the frifinish she sent out those letters to,” Chaol breathed. “I retained pressing her for information, retained . . .” Ren covered his challenge and took a shuddering breath. When his eyes at last met Chaol’s, they ­were bbest. Slowly, Ren hosted out a hand. “You and me, we’ll uncover a means to free them. Both Aedion and your prince.” Chaol didn’t hesitate as he gripped the rebel’s outextended hand also. 66 “Morath,” Manon said, wondering if she’d heard ideal. “For battle?” Her grandmom turned from the desk, eyes flashing. “To serve the duke, simply as the king ordered. He wants the Wing Leader in Morath with fifty percent the organize all set to fly at a moment’s alert. The others are to stay ­here under Iskra’s command to monitor the north.” “And you—­where will certainly you be?” Her grandmommy hissed, climbing. “So many kind of inquiries currently that you’re Wing Leader.” Manon bowed her head. They had not spoken of the Crochan. Manon had acquired the message: next time, it would be one of the Thirteenager on her knees. So she retained her head down as she sassist, “I only ask bereason I would certainly not be parted through you, Grandmother.” “Liar. And a pathetic one.” Her grandmom turned back to the desk. “I shall reprimary ­right here, however pertained to you in Morath throughout the summer. We have actually job-related to complete ­below.” Manon lifted her chin, her new red cloak pooling about her, and also asked, “And once shall we fly to Morath?” Her grandmom smiled, iron teeth shining. “Tomorrow.” • Even under the cover of darkness, the warmth spring breeze was full of brand-new grass and also snow-­melted rivers, only disrupted by the booming of wings as Manon led the organize southern alengthy the Fangs. They kept to the shadows of the mountains, moving ranks and also dipping out of sight to prevent anyone from gaining an exact count of their numbers. Manon sighed with her nose, and the wind ripped the sound away, simply as it streamed her lengthy red cloak behind her. Asterin and also Sorrel flanked her, silent prefer the rest of the covens for the lengthy hours they’d flvery own dvery own the hills. They would cross Oakwald wright here Morath’s mountains ­were closest, then rise over the cover of the cloud line for the remainder of the journey. Unwatched and as quiet as possible—­that was exactly how the king wanted them to arrive at the duke’s mountain fortress. They flew all night dvery own the Fangs, swift and sleek as shadows, and the earth listed below quivered in their wake. Sorrel was stone-­challenged, monitoring the skies around them, however Asterin was smiling faintly. It was not a wild grin, or one that promised death, yet a calm smile. To be aloft and also skimming the clouds. Wbelow eincredibly Blackbeak belonged. Wbelow Manon belonged. Asterin recorded her stare and smiled larger, as if tbelow ­wasn’t a host of witches flying behind them and also Morath lying ahead. Her cousin turned her face into the wind, breapoint it in, exultant. Manon did not let herself savor that beautiful breeze or open herself to that joy. She had work to do; they all did. Despite what the Crochan had actually shelp, Manon had not been born via a heart, or a soul. She did not require them. Once they battled the king’s battle, when his enemies ­were bleeding out around them . . . only then would certainly they ­ride to reinsurance claim their broken kingdom. And she would go house at last. 67 The climbing sun was staining the Aincredibly River through gold as the cloaked male strode onto a rickety dock in the slums. Fishermen ­were heading out for the day, revelers ­were stumbling in for the night, and also Rifthold was still asleep—­unconscious of what had actually taken place the night prior to. The male pulled out a lovely blade, its ea­gle pommel glinting in the first light of dawn. For a long minute, he stared at the sword, reasoning of all that it had when embopassed away. But there was a new sword at his side—­an old king’s blade, from a time when excellent men had offered noble rulers and the world had actually succeeded for it. He would see that people reborn, even if it took his last breath. Even if he had no name now, no place or title save Oath-­Breaker, Traitor, Liar. No one noticed as soon as the sword was jettisoned over the river, its pommel recording the sunlight and also burning choose gold fire, a flash of light before it was swallowed by the dark water, never to be viewed aacquire. 68 It turned out that the “submission” component of a blood oath was something Rowan liked to interpret as it suited him. During their two-­week trek to the nearest port in Wendlyn, he bossed Celaena roughly also more—­seeming to think that now he was part of her court, it entitled him to certain nonnegotiable civil liberties about her safety and security, her motions, and also her plans. She was beginning to wonder, as they approached the docks at the end of the cobblestone street, if she had made a teensy mistake in binding him to her forever. They’d been saying for the previous 3 days about her following move—­about the ship she’d hired to take her earlier to Adarlan. “This arrangement is absurd,” Rowan shelp for the hundredth time, protecting against in the shadows of a tavern by the docks. The sea air was light and crisp. “Going back alone seems choose suicide.” “One, I’m going ago as Celaena, not Aelin—” “Celaena, that did not attain the king’s mission, and also that they are now going to hunt dvery own.” “The King and also Queen of Eyllwe need to have acquired their warning by now.” She’d sent out it the first time they’d entered tvery own while investigating the murder of those negative human being. Though letters ­were practically difficult to send right into the empire, Wendlyn had specific methods of gaining about that. And as for Chaol . . . well, that was another factor why she was ­right here, on this dock, around to acquire onto this ship. She had actually awoken this morning and slipped the amethyst ring off her finger. It had actually felt choose a blessed release, a last shadow lifted from her heart. But tright here ­were still words left unsaid between them, and also she required to make certain he was safe—­and would reprimary that method. “So you’re going to acquire the vital from your old understand, discover the captain, and then what?” Complete entry to her indeed. “Then I go north.” “And I’m supposed to sit on my ass for the following gods understand exactly how many type of months?” She rolled her eyes. “You’re not specifically inconspicuous, Rowan. If your tattoos don’t lure attention, then the hair, the ears, the teeth . . .” “I have an additional create, you understand.” “And, just choose I shelp, magic ­doesn’t work-related there anyeven more. You’d be trapped in that develop. Though I do hear that Rifthost rats are particularly delicious, if you want to eat them for months.” He glared at her, then scanned the ship—­also though she kbrand-new he’d snuck out of their room at the inn last night to examine it already. “We’re stronger together than apart.” “If I’d known you would certainly be such a pain in the ass, I never would certainly have let you swear that oath.” “Aelin.” At leastern he ­wasn’t calling her “Majesty” or “My Lady.” “Either as yourself or as Celaena, they will certainly try to uncover you and also kill you. They are most likely already tracking you down. We might go to Varese right now and strategy your mother’s mortal kin, the Ashryvers. They could have a setup.” “My possibility at success in gaining the Wyrdvital out of Rifthold lies in stealth as Celaena.” “Please,” he said. But she simply lifted her chin. “I am going, Rowan. I will certainly gather the rest of my court—our court—­and then we will certainly raise the best army the civilization has actually ever witnessed. I will speak to in eexceptionally favor, eextremely debt owed to Celaena Sardothien, to my parents, to my bloodline. And then . . .” She looked toward the sea, towards house. “And then I am going to rattle the stars.” She put her arms about him—­a promise. “Soon. I will certainly sfinish for you shortly, once the moment is right. Until then, try to make yourself helpful.” He shook his head, yet gripped her in a bone-­crushing adopt. He pulled back much sufficient to look at her. “Perhaps I’ll go assist repair Mistward.” She nodded. “You never told me,” she said, “what you ­were praying to Mala for that morning before we entered Doranelle.” For a moment, it looked prefer he ­wouldn’t tell her. But then he quietly said, “I prayed for two points. I asked her to ensure you made it through the enrespond to via Maeve—­to overview you and also provide you the strength you required.” That strange, comforting warmth, that existence that had reassured her . . . the setting sun kissed her cheeks as if in confirmation, and a shiver went down her spine. “And the second?” “It was a selfish wish, and also a fool’s hope.” She review the remainder of it in his eyes. But it came true. “Dangerous, for a prince of ice and wind to pray to the Fire-­Bringer,” she managed to say. Rowan shrugged, an enigma smile on his face as he wiped amethod the tear that escaped dvery own her cheek. “For some reason, Mala likes me, and also agreed that you and I make a formidable pair.” But she didn’t want to know—­didn’t want to think around the Sun Goddess and her agenda as she flung herself on Rowan, breathing in his scent, memorizing the feel of him. The first member of her court—­the court that would certainly readjust the civilization. The court that would reconstruct it. Together. She boarded the watercraft as night fell, herded into the galley with the various other passengers to keep them from finding out the path with the reef. With bit fuss they collection sail, and as soon as they ­were at last permitted out of the galley, she arised onto the deck to uncover dark, open sea about them. A white-tailed hawk still flew overhead, and also it swooped low to brush its star-­silvered wing against her cheek in farewell prior to it turned earlier through a sharp cry. In the moonmuch less light, she traced the sautomobile on her palm, the oath to Nehemia. She would certainly retrieve the initially Wyrdessential from Arobynn and also track down the others, and then find a way to put the Wyrdtricks back in their Gate. She would free magic and also destroy the king and also save her civilization. No matter the odds, no matter just how long it took, no issue how much she had actually to go. She lifted her face to the stars. She was Aelin Ashryver Galathynius, heir of 2 mighty bloodlines, protector of a once-­glorious civilization, and also Queen of Terrasen. She was Aelin Ashryver Galathynius—­and she would certainly not be afraid. Ac­know­ledg­ments This book would not exist without my friends. Especially my ideal friend, Jaeger copi­lot, and also anam cara, Susan Dennard. It’s to her that I owe the best debt, for the entire days spent brainstorming and also figuring out the right means to tell the story, for holding my hand as I walked dvery own the dark courses of this book, for being the voice in my head informing me to keep going, save going, keep going. There was no one ­else that this book might have been dedicated to; no one ­else who difficulties and also uplifts and also inspires me so considerably. So, say thanks to you, Soozyconfront, for being the sort of friend I was so sure didn’t exist in this human being. Love you, dude. I additionally owe a substantial debt to my brilliant and also im­mensely talented frifinish Alex Bracken, for the genius feedago, for the bajillion-­web page e-mails, and also for being so, so very supportive. I cannot tell you exactly how grateful I am that our routes crossed all those years ago—­what an insane journey it’s been. And none of this would ever have actually occurred without my lovely and also badass agent, Tamar Rydzinski, who has been through me from the very beginning, and whose tiremuch less job-related has made this series fact. I’m so honored to speak to you my agent, yet also even more honored to contact you my frifinish. To the significant global team at Bloomsbury—­exactly how have the right to I ever completely convey what a joy it is to work-related through you all? Thank you, thank you, thank you for all that you do for me and Thramong Glass. To my editor, Margaret Miller—­this book would certainly be a warm mess without you. To Cat Onder, Cindy Loh, and also Rebecca McNally—­you males are the absolute finest. To Erica Barmash, Hali Baumstein, Emma Bradshaw, Kathleen Farrar, Cristina Gilbert, Courtney Griffin, Alice Grigg, Natalie Hamilton, Bridacquire Hartzler, Charli Haynes, Emma Hopkin, Linette Kim, Lizzy Machild, Jenna Pocius, Emily Ritter, Amanda Shipp, Grace Whooley, and Brett Wright: say thanks to you from the bottom of my heart for all your difficult work-related, enthusiasm, and dedication. To the team at Audible and to the Thramong Glass audiobook narrator, Elizabeth Evans, say thanks to you for making Celaena’s people concerned life in a ­whole new way, and also for offering her a voice. And say thanks to you to Janet Cadsawan, whose beautiful Thramong Glass jewelry line continues to blow my mind. To the lovely Erin “Ders” Bowguy, for the cheerleading and also the unfailing encouragement, for the video chats, and also the epic (non-­writing) retreats. Hero Squad Forever before. To Mandy Hubbard, Dan Krokos, Biljana Likic, Kat Zhang, and also the Publishing Crawl gang—­thanks so much for being some of the bbest lights. To my parents—­my number-­one fans—­for the many type of adventures that so frequently serve as catalyst for these publications. To my household, for the love and also support, and for pushing this series on your friends and book clubs. Love you all. To my wonderful Grandma Connie—­I miss out on you and wish you ­were ­here to read this. To the readers who have picked up and also championed this series—­words cannot expush my gratitude. I am truly blessed to have actually you all as fans. You make the hard work worth it. To my dog, Annie: you ­can’t review (though it ­wouldn’t surpincrease me if you secretly could), yet I want it created ­here—­for eternity—­that you’re the ideal canine companion anyone might hope for. Thanks for the cuddles, for sitting in my lap while I’m trying to write, and also for providing me someone to talk to all day. Sorry I play the music so loudly as soon as you’re trying to snooze. Love you, love you, love you forever before and ever before and ever before. And to my husband, Josh: You get last billing ­below, however that’s because you’re first in my heart. I’ll never stop being grateful that I acquire to share this wild journey with you. c h apt e r c h apt e r c h apt e r c h apt e r c h apt e r c h apt e r c h • apt • e r Ac­know­ledg­ments Ac­know­ledg­ments Sarah J. Maas, Heir of Fire (Series: Throne of Glass # 3) Thank you for analysis publications on jiyuushikan.org Share this book through friends