Crown of Midnight (Throne of Glass, #2)

by Sarah J. Maas

But death was her curse and her gift, and death had been her good friend these long, long years.

Celaena put a hand against her chest. How absurd—how utterly absurd and useless—that her heart still beat and Nehemia’s didn’t.

It was war upon them all. Let them tremble in fear at what they had awoken.

So Celaena just hovered at the pianoforte, tracing her fingers over the keys again and again, and let the silence devour her.