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406 pages, Hardcover
First published August 7, 2012
“Libraries were full of ideas–perhaps the most dangerous and powerful of all weapons.”
First of all,look at this amazing cover.I also liked the first one but this is a masterpiece.I do have a weakness for awesome covers,that's why I decided to read this.Also a lot of people recommended this to me,and I heard great things and saw great reviews for this one.So I picked this up.It didn't disappoint.
“How long was I asleep?" she whispered. He didn't respond.
"How long was I asleep?" she asked again, and noticed a hint of red in his cheeks.
"You were asleep, too?"
"Until you began drooling on my shoulder.”
This is a fantasy adventure action pack novel.It is the first book in "The Throne of Glass" series.It's full of suspense and thrilling moments,which keeps you turning the pages.The romance and the action collide beautifully together,and the writing style is also perfect.
“You could rattle the stars," she whispered. "You could do anything, if only you dared. And deep down, you know it, too. That’s what scares you most.”
The start was kind of slow.The main character didn't awe me,and in my opinion she was quite annoying(at the beginning).But after that everything got better,everything was perfect.I started to understand the characters,their lives before,and their intentions.The ending was epic.Especially the duel.I could visualize the scene,the people,the action.This book will be an awesome movie ,if it ever gets to be one/p>
“We all bear scars,... Mine just happen to be more visible than most.”
I also liked the sense of humor.It was minor,but it had it's moments.Especially conversations between Celaena and Chaol.And smart talks.You would be surprised how many characters are wise and smart.So it was not predictable.Everyone was hiding something
“No. I can survive well enough on my own— if given the proper reading material.”
The world the author has created it's brilliant,especially the caste and it's chambers.The big library with a million books,the icy throne and castle,the tomb and the secret tunnel,the gargoyles,everything.
“Sometimes, the wicked will tell us things just to confuse us–to haunt our thoughts long after we've faced them.”
The story follows an assassin named Celaena who is caught and taken to the king's castle.There she finds out that she is there for a reason.They want her to participate in a competition with 23 other fighters,and the winner gets to be the king's Champion,also gets the freedom and money.She has wished her freedom for so long and it was her chance to take,so she took it.Now she has to stay at the castle where the competition is being and there she discovers new things,battles new forces,and finds new people,people she could never think she would care about.
“With each day he felt the barriers melting. He let them melt. Because of her genuine laugh, because he caught her one afternoon sleeping with her face in the middle of a book, because he knew that she would win.”
Calaena is one of my favorite badass heroines.She is funny and awesome and likes teasing.Chaol and Dorian,they both were the same for me,good characters with common and different personalities.
“No matter what happens," she said quietly, "I want to thank you."
Chaol tilted his head to the side. "For what?"
Her eyes stung but she blamed it on the fierce wind and blinked away the dampness. "For making my freedom mean something.”
I highly recommend this book to every reader out there.It's one of my favorites of 2014 and I can't wait to read the rest of the series.So pick it up!
Man oh man, this was a good one
I can survive well enough on my own— if given the proper reading material.
Second place is a nice title for the first loser.Celaena thinks she's stumbled upon an opportunity of a lifetime but she soon realizes that things are not what they seem.
“Don't you ever do anything other than read?"I honestly did not expect to like this one as much as I did.
Libraries were full of ideas—perhaps the most dangerous and powerful of all weapons.
“She moaned into her pillow. "Go away. I feel like dying."Now excuse me, I need to immediately start this sequel
"No fair maiden should die alone," he said, putting a hand on hers. "Shall I read to you in your final moments? What story would you like?"
She snatched her hand back. "How about the story of the idiotic prince who won't leave the assassin alone?"
"Oh! I love that story! It has such a happy ending, too—why, the assassin was really feigning her illness in order to get the prince's attention! Who would have guessed it? Such a clever girl. And the bedroom scene is so lovely—it's worth reading through all of their ceaseless banter!”
It was true that she had been attractive once, beautiful even.
She looked at her rags and stained skin, and she couldn’t suppress the twinge of shame. What a miserable state for a girl of former beauty!
But it was her golden hair that caught the attention of most, hair that still maintained a glimmer of its glory. In short, Celaena Sardothien was blessed with a handful of attractive features that compensated for the majority of average ones; and, by early adolescence, she’d discovered that with the help of cosmetics, these average features could easily match the extraordinary assets.
“What remarkable eyes you have!”
The prince’s eyes shone with amusement at her brashness but lingered a bit too long on her body.
No, he had to remember that she was an assassin with the blessing of a pretty face […]
He found her beautiful. […] It was something in the way her eyes sparked when she looked at something lovely in the landscape. […] Through a clearing in the swirling mass, a cluster of stars could be seen. He couldn’t help thinking that they gazed down at her. [...] A lovely girl gazing at the stars, and the stars who gazed back.
She looked spectacular. Utterly and completely spectacular.
Though she may look pleasant, […]
“Beautiful ladies are always associated with the Crown Prince – you should be flattered that you’re attractive enough to be considered his lover.”
“Your face is much more pretty when you smile.”
She smiled at the guards outside her door, and her smile burst into a grin at their exchanged approving glances.
“You look rather pretty today.”
An expression of surprise crossed his features when he beheld her in her finery […]
“[…] it would be hard to pass off someone so pretty as your sister.”
“I bet they won’t expect to be trounced by a beautiful lady.”
His dark eyes snaked along her body, […]
Her disgust didn’t improve when Grave ran an eye over her body.
Her turquoise eyes glittered as she stared at his hand, and his heart quickened when her gaze rose to his face. Yes, sweaty as she was, she was beautiful.
🌺 montage of me screaming "why is this hyped" for five hours
We each survive in our own way.
"(...) He's hosting a competition. He invited twenty-three members of his council to each sponsor a would-be Champion to train in the glass castle and ultimately compete in a duel."
To work for the King of Adarlan as his loyal servant. She raised her chin. To kill for him (...)
She loved clothes--loved the feeling of silk, of velvet, of satin, of suede and chiffon--and was fascinated by the grace of seams, the intricate perfection of an embossed surface. And when she won this ridiculous competition, when she was free ... she could buy all the clothes she wanted.
Everything was wet and half-frozen, and while she could bear sodden hair, she couldn't withstand the agony of wet shoes.
There were more Champions seated at the tables--even the pimply-faced Pelor sat near Chaol! A half-rate boy assassin! She bared her teeth. How dare she be denied an invitation to the feast?
A shriek of rage ripped from her throat, and Celaena ran over to the pocket. She first screamed at the ball, then took the cue in her hands and bit down upon the shaft, still screaming through her clamped teeth. Finally the assassin stopped and slapped the three ball into the pocket.
"It's cold," she moaned, holding her knees to her body. She didn't care that she had only a few months to beat the other Champions--she needed sleep."
"Only an idiot would walk in a house made of glass."
The thought of standing on floors of glass made her queasy.
She had a terrible headache around her left temple. Everything was sickly and frail. They were so high up, so dangerously high ...
Once they'd finished their run, they trained in a private room far from her competitor's eyes. Until, that is, she collapsed to the ground and cried that she was about to die of hunger and fatigue.
Celaena frowned at herself as she hurried after the captain into the foyer. "I look ridiculous! These pants are absurd, and this shirt is awful."
"I hate all these guards and nonsense; I hate you telling me to hold back when Brullo sings Cain's praises and I'm just there, boring and unnoticed in the middle."
"Do you know how insulting it is to pretend to be some nobody thief from a small city in Fenharrow?"
What was a "Champion" but a dressed-up name for murderer? Could she actually stomach working for him?And I suppose "assassin" is just a synonym for mercy-killer? But enough of her faults. Let's take a look at her more positive attributes. She's beautiful. In fact so beautiful that she drains the blood out of people who sees her:
Celaena smiled smugly to herself as she nodded to a passing noble-man, who raised his eyebrows at the sight of her. He was immensely pale, she noticed as he opened his mouth to say something, but Celaena continued down the hall.
She smiled at the young chevaliers as they passed--and smirked at the court women who eyed her pink-and-white gown. She couldn't blame them; the dress was spectacular. And she was spectacular in it. Even Redd, one of the handsomer guards posted outside her rooms, had said so.
Why did Chaol never joke with her as Dorian did? Perhaps he truly didn't find her attractive. The possibility of it stung more than she would have liked.You see, because people can only like you if you're attractive. Oh, sorry, I got sidetracked. We were talking over her positive attributes. Well, she's a great dancer:
She didn't falter a single step, nor did she seem to care about the many angry female faces that watched as dance after dance passed and they didn't switch partners.
Celaena eyed the pianoforte. She used to play--oh, she'd loved to play, loved music(...)
"Of course I want her," Celaena said, then realized what the implications would be. "But I want her trained. I don't want her urinating on everything and chewing on furniture and shows and books. And I want her to sit when I tell her to and lay down and roll over (...)Oh, but she doesn't want to be inconvenienced so she doesn't want to train it herself of course! She speaks foreign languages, and! just so we can all relate to her -- she also loves books!
There was something great and deadly concealed within her, and he didn't like it.while moments later, she's rolling on the ground, crying and whinging that she's gonna die of starvation. Yeah, no.
"Because it looks like he's in love with her," he said, and walked away.
(...) His shoulders were straight, his back erect. He looked like a man. Like a king.
"Sunset's Passions," he read, and opened the book to a random page to read aloud. " 'His hands gently caressed her ivory, silky br---' " His eyes widened. "By the Wyrd! Do you actually read this rubbish? What happened to Symbols and Power and Eyllwe Customs and Culture?"
“Libraries were full of ideas—perhaps the most dangerous and powerful of all weapons.”