Crown of Midnight (Throne of Glass, #2)

by Sarah J. Maas

“Alive? I’m made of bronze. I do not breathe, nor do I eat or drink. So, no, I am not alive. Nor am I dead, for that matter. I simply exist.”

No, it wasn’t true. If these people actually claimed to have met the heir to the throne, then she had to be an imposter.

Foreshadowing??

“Believe me, Celaena,” he snarled, his eyes flashing, “I know you can look after yourself. But I worry because I care. Gods help me, I know I shouldn’t, but I do. So I will always tell you to be careful, because I will always care what happens.”

Their tension is 🤌🏼🤌🏼

Honestly, she sometimes wondered if there was something a bit wrong with her for being able to cry so easily.

And somehow, she had wound up exactly where she knew she’d be safest.

I love them omg

But here he was, toeing that line he couldn’t stay away from.

There was a sort of bleak bitterness in her words that didn’t sit well with him. And yes, they would have a conversation about abandoning posts, but right now—right now … Chaol stepped up to the line. “Dance with me,” he said, and held out his hand to her.

I love them

“We’ll never be a normal boy and girl, will we?” she managed to say. “No,” he breathed, eyes blazing. “We won’t.”

The rest of the world quieted into nothing. In that moment, after ten long years, Celaena looked at Chaol and realized she was home.

And maybe it had taken her this long to realize it, but this man—she wanted that life with him.

Girlie is a hopeless romantic

There had never been any line between them, only his own stupid fear and pride. Because from the moment he’d pulled her out of that mine in Endovier and she had set those eyes upon him, still fierce despite a year in hell, he’d been walking toward this, walking to her.

If they wanted Adarlan’s Assassin, they’d get her. And Wyrd help them when she arrived.

Her rage took her to a place where she only knew three things: that Chaol had been taken from her, that she was a weapon forged to end lives, and that if Chaol was hurt, no one was going to walk out of that warehouse.

To escape death, she’d become death.

Death had been here.

Girl... Run

She had lost and lost and lost, been denied countless good-byes. But not this time—not when she could change all of that, even for a few minutes. This time, it would be different.

Celaena Sardothien wasn’t in league with Aelin Ashryver Galathynius. Celaena Sardothien was Aelin Ashryver Galathynius, heir to the throne and rightful Queen of Terrasen.

Celaena was the lost Queen of Terrasen. Chaol sank to his knees.