Empire of Storms (Throne of Glass)

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For Tamar,
my champion, fairy godmother, and knight in shining armor.
Thank you for believing in this series from page one.

 

 

 

B
OOKS BY
S
ARAH
J. M
AAS

The Throne of Glass series

Throne of Glass

Crown of Midnight

Heir of Fire

Queen of Shadows

Empire of Storms


The Assassin’s Blade


The Throne of Glass Coloring Book

A Court of Thorns and Roses

A Court of Mist and Fury

PRAISE FOR
THE THRONE OF GLASS SERIES

‘Celaena is as much an epic hero as Frodo or Jon Snow’ BESTSELLING AUTHOR
Tamora Pierce

‘Part of the joy of a great fantasy series is the gradual discovery of the world, so carefully and lovingly constructed by the author.
This series delivers that pleasure in spades …’

Thoughts from the Hearthfire

THRONE OF GLASS

‘Enthralling, thrilling and beautiful’
Book Passion for Life

‘It’ll give you a whole new world to fall in love with’
Cicely Loves Books

CROWN OF MIDNIGHT

‘The plot is riddled with intrigue, and the fighting comes thick and fast.
Crown of Midnight
does not disappoint!’
Dark Readers

‘Left me gaping in shock, my heart battered and my knuckles white’
So Many Books, So Little Time

HEIR OF FIRE

‘This series just gets better and better’
Jess Hearts Books

‘I was afraid to put the book down!’
BESTSELLING AUTHOR
Tamora Pierce

‘I laughed, I bawled my eyes out and I never wanted this to end …
The plot will leave you reeling and breathless for more’
Fiction in Fiction in Fiction

QUEEN OF SHADOWS

‘Impossible to put down’
Kirkus Reviews

‘Packed with brooding glances, simmering sexual tension, twisty plot
turns, lush world building, and snarky banter’
Booklist

‘Readers will be daydreaming about this book long after it’s over’
School Library Journal

CONTENTS

Nightfall

Part One: The Fire-Bringer

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

Chapter 30

Chapter 31

Chapter 32

Chapter 33

Chapter 34

Chapter 35

Chapter 36

Chapter 37

Chapter 38

Chapter 39

Part Two: Fireheart

Chapter 40

Chapter 41

Chapter 42

Chapter 43

Chapter 44

Chapter 45

Chapter 46

Chapter 47

Chapter 48

Chapter 49

Chapter 50

Chapter 51

Chapter 52

Chapter 53

Chapter 54

Chapter 55

Chapter 56

Chapter 57

Chapter 58

Chapter 59

Chapter 60

Chapter 61

Chapter 62

Chapter 63

Chapter 64

Chapter 65

Chapter 66

Chapter 67

Chapter 68

Chapter 69

Chapter 70

Chapter 71

Chapter 72

Chapter 73

Chapter 74

Chapter 75

Acknowledgments

NIGHTFALL

The bone drums had been pounding across the jagged slopes of the Black Mountains since sundown.

From the rocky outcropping on which her war tent groaned against the dry wind, Princess Elena Galathynius had monitored the dread-lord’s army all afternoon as it washed across those mountains in ebony waves. And now that the sun had long since vanished, the enemy campfires flickered across the mountains and valley below like a blanket of stars.

So many fires—so many, compared to those burning on her side of the valley.

She did not need the gift of her Fae ears to hear the prayers of her human army, both spoken and silent. She’d offered up several herself in the past few hours, though she knew they would go unanswered.

Elena had never considered where she might die—never considered that it might be so far from the rocky green of Terrasen. That her body might not be burned, but devoured by the dread-lord’s beasts.

There would be no marker to tell the world where a Princess of Terrasen had fallen. There would be no marker for any of them.

“You need rest,” a rough male voice said from the tent entrance behind her.

Elena looked over her shoulder, her unbound silver hair snagging on the intricate leather scales of her armor. But Gavin’s dark gaze was already on the two armies stretching below them. On that narrow black band of demarcation, too soon to be breached.

For all his talk of rest, Gavin hadn’t removed his own armor upon entering their tent hours before. Only minutes ago had his war leaders finally shoved out of the tent, bearing maps in their hands and not a shred of hope in their hearts. She could scent it on them—the fear. The despair.

Gavin’s steps hardly crunched on the dry, rocky earth as he approached her lonely vigil, near-silent thanks to his years roaming the wilds of the South. Elena again faced those countless enemy fires.

He said hoarsely, “Your father’s forces could still make it.”

A fool’s hope. Her immortal hearing had picked up every word of the hours of debate raging inside the tent behind them. “This valley is now a death trap,” Elena said.

And she had led them all here.

Gavin did not answer.

“Come dawn,” Elena went on, “it will be bathed in blood.”

The war leader at her side remained silent. So rare for Gavin, that silence. Not a flicker of that untamed fierceness shone in his uptilted eyes, and his shaggy brown hair hung limp. She couldn’t remember the last time either of them had bathed.

Gavin turned to her with that frank assessment that had stripped her bare from the moment she’d first met him in her father’s hall nearly a year ago. Lifetimes ago.

Such a different time, a different world—when the lands had still been full of singing and light, when magic hadn’t begun to flicker in the growing shadow of Erawan and his demon soldiers. She wondered how
long Orynth would hold out once the slaughter here in the South had ended. Wondered if Erawan would first destroy her father’s shining palace atop the mountain, or if he would burn the royal library—burn the heart and knowledge of an age. And then burn its people.

“Dawn is yet hours away,” said Gavin, his throat bobbing. “Time enough for you to make a run for it.”

“They’d tear us to shreds before we could clear the passes—”

“Not us. You.” The firelight cast his tan face in flickering relief. “You alone.”

“I will not abandon these people.” Her fingers grazed his. “Or you.”

Gavin’s face didn’t stir. “There is no avoiding tomorrow. Or the bloodshed. You overheard what the messenger said—I know you did. Anielle is a slaughterhouse. Our allies from the North are gone. Your father’s army is too far behind. We will all die before the sun is fully risen.”

“We’ll all die one day anyway.”

“No.” Gavin squeezed her hand. “I will die. Those people down there—they will die. Either by sword or time. But you…” His gaze flicked to her delicately pointed ears, the heritage of her father. “You could live for centuries. Millennia. Do not throw it away for a doomed battle.”

“I would sooner die tomorrow than live for a thousand years with a coward’s shame.”

But Gavin stared across the valley again. At his people, the last line of defense against Erawan’s horde.

“Get behind your father’s lines,” he said roughly, “and continue the fight from there.”

She swallowed hard. “It would be no use.”

Slowly, Gavin looked at her. And after all these months, all this time, she confessed, “My father’s power is failing. He is close—decades now—from the fading. Mala’s light dims inside him with every passing day. He cannot stand against Erawan and win.” Her father’s last words
before she’d set out on this doomed quest months ago:
My sun is setting, Elena
.
You must find a way to ensure yours still rises
.

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