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But she’d been trained to be an assassin since the age of eight, since the day the King of the Assassins found her half-dead on the banks of a frozen river and brought her to his keep.
“And you never tried to escape?” A slow, wicked smile spread across her lips. “Once.” The prince’s brows rose, and he turned to Captain Westfall. “I wasn’t told that.” Celaena glanced over her shoulder at Chaol, who gave his prince an apologetic look. “The Chief Overseer informed me this afternoon that there was one incident. Three months—” “Four months,” she interrupted. “Four months,” Chaol said, “after Sardothien arrived, she attempted to flee.” She waited for the rest of the story, but he was clearly finished. “That’s not even the best part!”
“And what a terrible stench, too!” “When one doesn’t have access to a bath and perfume, I suppose one cannot smell as finely as you, Your Highness.”
“When one doesn’t have access to a bath and perfume, I suppose one cannot smell as finely as you, Your Highness.”
“His Champion would keep his opponents quiet.” “As quiet as the grave,” she said sweetly.
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. Were you to win,” he said with a half smile, “you’d officially be Adarlan’s Assassin.”
I don’t suppose you heard about what happened after your trial.” “News is rather hard to come by when you’re slaving in a mine.”
😂
“You kept your identity a secret all the years you were running around killing everyone. After your trial, my father thought it would be … wise not to inform Erilea who you are. He wants to keep it that way. What would our enemies say if they knew we’d all been petrified of a girl?”
I like Celaena already
“Am I going to be blessed with the pleasure of hearing your voice, or have you resolved to be silent for the duration of our journey?” “I’m afraid your questions didn’t merit a verbal response.”
He nodded. “And how old are you?” “Eighteen.” But he said nothing. “I know,” she continued. “It is impressive that I accomplished so much at such an early age.” “Crime isn’t an accomplishment, Sardothien.” “Yes, but becoming the world’s most famous assassin is!” He didn’t respond. “You might ask me how I did it.” “Did what?” he said tightly. “Became so talented and famous so quickly.”
Was she destined for something before? Something related to the magical beings?
Still, the image haunted his dreams throughout the night: a lovely girl gazing at the stars, and the stars who gazed back.
Libraries were full of ideas—perhaps the most dangerous and powerful of all weapons.
I am Celaena Sardothien. I am going to win. I will not be afraid.
“Something evil dwells in this castle, something wicked enough to make the stars quake. Its malice echoes into all worlds,” the queen went on. “You must stop it. Forget your friendships, forget your debts and oaths. Destroy it, before it is too late, before a portal is ripped open so wide that there can be no undoing it.” Her head whipped around, as if she heard something. “Oh, there is no time,” she said, the whites of her eyes showing. “You must win this competition and become the King’s Champion. You understand the people’s plight. Erilea needs you as the King’s Champion.”
“What’s the point in having a mind if you don’t use it to make judgments?” “What’s the point in having a heart if you don’t use it to spare others from the harsh judgments of your mind?”
The princess traced a mark on her hand, her fingers pressing into Celaena’s skin. “You bear many names, and so I shall name you as well.” Her hand rose to Celaena’s forehead and she drew an invisible mark. “I name you Elentiya.” She kissed the assassin’s brow. “I give you this name to use with honor, to use when other names grow too heavy. I name you Elentiya, ‘Spirit That Could Not Be Broken.’ ”
She touched the center of Celaena’s forehead. Heat flared, and a blue light flashed across Elena’s face as Celaena’s mark burned and then faded. “And when you are ready—when you start to hear them crying out as well—then you will know why I came to you, and why I have stood by you, and will continue to watch over you, no matter how many times you shove me away.”
Elena bowed her head. “Blood ties can’t be broken,” she whispered, and then vanished, her words echoing in the silent tomb.
