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Heir of Fire
by Sarah J. Maas
adventurous
challenging
emotional
funny
hopeful
mysterious
reflective
sad
tense
medium-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
A mix
Strong character development:
Yes
Loveable characters:
Yes
Diverse cast of characters:
N/A
Flaws of characters a main focus:
Yes
Heir of Fire is where this series starts to pick up, but every book is amazing. We get introduced to new charcters through new POVs, new side storylines and we learn more about Celaena and Aelin. I gave this book 4.5 stars as it is a bit slow and tiny bit boring at the start, but I loved the new POV's (especially Manon's). We also see Aelin looking back at her past and coming in to her own while Rowan teaches her to harness and use her powers.
Quotes:
- “She was the heir of ash and fire, and she would bow to no one.”
- “I claim you, Rowan Whitethorn. I don't care what you say and how much you protest. I claim you as my friend.”
- “She was Aelin Ashryver Galathynius—and she would not be afraid.”
- “Because I am lost," she whispered onto the earth. "And I do not know the way.”
- “Their hands clasped between them, he whispered into her ear, "I claim you, too, Aelin Galathynius.”
- “I claim you, Aelin. To whatever end.”
- “As for Celaena," he said again, "you do not have the right to wish she were not what she is. The only thing you have a right to do is decide whether you are her enemy or her friend.”
- “She realized that Rowan saw each of those thoughts and more as he reached into his tunic and pulled out a dagger. Her dagger. He extended it to her, it's long blade gleaming as if he'd been secretly polishing and caring for it these months. And when she grasped the dagger, it's weight lighter than she remembered, Rowan looked into her eyes, into her very core of her, and said, 'Fireheart'.”
- “He'd known, since the moment he figured out who she was, that while Celaena would always pick him, Aelin would not.
- “I wish you to become who you were born to be. To become queen.”
- “That was when they noticed that every musician on the stage was wearing mourning black. That was when they shut up. And when the conductor raised his arms, it was not a symphony that filled the cavernous space. It was the Song of Eyllwe. Then Song of Fenharrow. And Melisande. And Terrasen. Each nation that had people in those labour camps. And finally, not for pomp or triumph, but to mourn what they had become, they played the Song of Adarlan. When the final note finished, the conductor turned to the crowd, the musicians standing with him. As one, they looked to the boxes, to all those jewels bought with the blood of a continent. And without a word, without a bow or another gesture, they walked off the stage. The next morning, by royal decree, the theatre was shut down. No one saw those musicians or their conductor again.”
- “All she knew was that whatever and whoever climbed out of that abyss of despair and grief would not be the same person who had plummeted in.”
Tropes:
- Enemies to Lovers
- One Bed
- Slow Burn
- Forced Proximity
- Touch Her And Die
Quotes:
- “She was the heir of ash and fire, and she would bow to no one.”
- “I claim you, Rowan Whitethorn. I don't care what you say and how much you protest. I claim you as my friend.”
- “She was Aelin Ashryver Galathynius—and she would not be afraid.”
- “Because I am lost," she whispered onto the earth. "And I do not know the way.”
- “Their hands clasped between them, he whispered into her ear, "I claim you, too, Aelin Galathynius.”
- “I claim you, Aelin. To whatever end.”
- “As for Celaena," he said again, "you do not have the right to wish she were not what she is. The only thing you have a right to do is decide whether you are her enemy or her friend.”
- “She realized that Rowan saw each of those thoughts and more as he reached into his tunic and pulled out a dagger. Her dagger. He extended it to her, it's long blade gleaming as if he'd been secretly polishing and caring for it these months. And when she grasped the dagger, it's weight lighter than she remembered, Rowan looked into her eyes, into her very core of her, and said, 'Fireheart'.”
- “He'd known, since the moment he figured out who she was, that while Celaena would always pick him, Aelin would not.
- “I wish you to become who you were born to be. To become queen.”
- “That was when they noticed that every musician on the stage was wearing mourning black. That was when they shut up. And when the conductor raised his arms, it was not a symphony that filled the cavernous space. It was the Song of Eyllwe. Then Song of Fenharrow. And Melisande. And Terrasen. Each nation that had people in those labour camps. And finally, not for pomp or triumph, but to mourn what they had become, they played the Song of Adarlan. When the final note finished, the conductor turned to the crowd, the musicians standing with him. As one, they looked to the boxes, to all those jewels bought with the blood of a continent. And without a word, without a bow or another gesture, they walked off the stage. The next morning, by royal decree, the theatre was shut down. No one saw those musicians or their conductor again.”
- “All she knew was that whatever and whoever climbed out of that abyss of despair and grief would not be the same person who had plummeted in.”
Tropes:
- Enemies to Lovers
- One Bed
- Slow Burn
- Forced Proximity
- Touch Her And Die