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She couldn’t blame them; the dress was spectacular. And she was spectacular in it.
“You’re going to hit the left wall,” he said, crossing his arms. “I’m going to hit you in the head if you don’t shut up.”
“Perhaps I’ll see you later tonight.” “If you’re lucky,” Celaena purred, and
Dorian Havilliard sitting at the table in her bedroom with crossed legs. He wore a beautiful white-and-gold jacket. “Are you my present, or is there something in that basket at your feet?” she asked. “If you’d like to unwrap me,” he said,
An eight-pointed star was tattooed upon her brow in a shade of blue that matched her gown,
Her heart jumped into a gallop, and Chaol dissolved from her thoughts, like dew beneath the morning sun. She felt bad for forgetting him—but … but … Oh, she wanted Dorian, she couldn’t deny it. She wanted him.
“We all bear scars, Dorian. Mine just happen to be more visible than most.
The black ring on his finger pulsed, and her head gave a throb of pain in response.
Lillian Gordaina was Celaena Sardothien, the world’s most notorious assassin. And she had her claws in Dorian’s heart.
There, looking up at her, were the symbols she’d seen near the bodies. And in the margin, written by someone centuries ago, was the explanation: For sacrifices to the ridderak: using the victim’s blood, mark the area around it accordingly. Once the creature has been summoned, these marks guide the exchange: for the flesh of the sacrifice, the beast will grant you the victim’s strength.
the texts said Wyrdmarks existed outside of magic.
There was nothing in them but hunger—endless, ageless hunger. The creature was not of this world. The Wyrdmarks worked. The gates were real.
she ran between the sarcophagi for Damaris, the sword of the ancient king.
Celaena found her arms covered in glowing turquoise marks—Wyrdmarks. Nehemia held her in the water, rocking back and forth.
“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.’ ”
There was something brewing, a cauldron that the king had journeyed to stir.
evil still crept out of the ruins of the Witch Kingdom—and that old women with iron teeth
Freedom or death lay at this table. Her past and future were seated on a glass throne.
I will not be afraid, she vowed,
And that’s when she knew that it hadn’t been wine in that glass, but bloodbane, the very drug she’d missed in the Test.
Why was Elena here, and what was Nehemia doing at the edge of the circle, her hands moving about so strangely?
And so, struggling and shaking, Celaena stood.
He was done with politics and intrigue. He loved her, and no empire, no king, and no earthly fear would keep him from her.
