Order To Read Throne Of Glass 소설 & 이야기

Cassian looked at me. “Her promise.” I held his gaze. “What reward?” The chamber went quiet. “The first throne restored.” Orochi’s smile vanished. Cassian continued. “The ruler who wakes it may command every blood kingdom tied to the drowned crown.” The mark on my palm pulsed. The ancient throne answered. Its eyes opened again. Red light crossed the floor and circled my feet. Orochi rose sharply. “No.” Cassian’s voice remained calm. “The queen returned. The door opened. The guardian woke. The first throne has accepted blood.”

Lana Light streams through the stained glass window of the chapel. The bright yellow and gold of the sun that it shows, throwing warmth and flashes of light across the crowded benches of the nobility. A bold red dragon circles around the blazing centre. Nose to tail, as though it sleeps. With some of its scales picked out in rubies, set in the glass by magic. The King, Thade Madden, waits for his Bride at the end of the aisle, a shadow against the sun. Dressed more for a funeral than a wedding. I wonder if he knows I’m going to kill him.

"If the girl is of royal blood, the glass will hold. If she is a pretender, the glass will vanish." Morgana stood next to him, a cruel smile on her lips. She leaned over and whispered as I passed her. "Goodbye, little weaver. I hope the shards are sharp." I looked at the start of the bridge. My legs felt like jelly. “Walk,” Alaric’s voice commanded in my head. He was sitting on the throne at the other end of the bridge. He looked powerful, but I could feel his hand gripping the armrest so hard the wood was cracking.

The implication was clear. “Choose poorly,” Vale continued, “and you become the break.” Vale stepped back. “Tomorrow,” he added, “you’ll be placed where pressure cannot disperse naturally.” Elias nodded. “Yes.” Vale turned to leave, then paused. “Be precise,” he said. “Pressure remembers.” Elias remained where he was, the corridor emptying around him. He flexed his hands again, feeling the tension map itself across his body. He understood now that visibility had transformed into something more dangerous.

The Heir Chosen Golden light consumed everything. The battlefield disappeared. The broken sky disappeared. Even the giant eye vanished behind the radiance. The Seventh Crown floated high above the world. Judging. Choosing. Deciding. God. No. Fair. Absolutely not. Reasonable honestly. Then nobody moved. Nobody dared. Every heir watched. Every Crown Holder waited. The fate of the Throne hung in the balance. Then the Seventh Crown began descending. Slowly. Very slowly. The anticipation became unbearable.

The throne-bearer. She walked into the Vault as if she had been walking a straight line through time. Her eyes glowed silver now. She lifted one hand. And the air darkened. And the wolves of the throne started flooding the room behind her. Caspian reached for me. But she spoke directly to me. “The blood remembers its proper name. Come forward, Jasmine Hale.” I stepped back. “No.” Elara shouted, “Jasmine—don’t listen—” But it was too late. The brand on Elara's hand flickered red and hot. And my rune?

she orders. How do I get assured that I won't end up like her maids? I do not think I have an option though. At least she offered me a seat rather than demanding that I kneel. I approach the spot carefully and take a sit. Her gaze feels like a ton of bricks on my shoulders. "Tell me the things you remember about your father's kingdom. Especially the army and the storage of Elowen crown",, she orders. Does she plan an attack to get the crown now that she has has the rightful heir? Will she take my blood to unlock it's powers?

------TEASER My eyes traveled around the dark shadows of the throne room, aware of how of the steady beat of my heart, thumping deep inside me. My hand gripping the helm of the fire sword tightly. She is here. Alpha Stated anxiously on edge, Omega spread his magic around us feeling every corner of the stone walls, and the large pillars that held up the throne room. "Azian?" A familiar voice whispered, but loud enough to leave an echo, causing my eyes to strain through the darkness, my golden lenses scanning the room until it rested on the outline of a rough fallen figure covered by crossing shadows as it sat at the feet of the throne.