Crown of Midnight (Throne of Glass, #2)

by Sarah J. Maas

“Why are you crying?” “Because,” she whispered, her voice shaking, “you remind me of how the world ought to be. What the world can be.”

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

as long as he knew that she was safe, that no one could hurt her … He’d sell his soul again and again for that.

want you to know,” she whispered to the wind, to the earth, to the body far beneath her, “that you were right. You were right. I am a coward. And I have been running for so long that I’ve forgotten what it is to stand and fight.”

The ship began moving. And Chaol—the man she hated and loved so much that she could hardly think around him—just stood there, watching her go. The current grabbed the ship, and the city began to diminish. The ocean breeze soon caressed her neck, but she never stopped staring at Chaol. She stared toward him until the glass castle was a sparkling speck in the distance. She stared toward him until there was only gleaming ocean around her. She stared toward him until the sun dropped beyond the horizon and a smattering of stars hung overhead. It was only when her eyelids drooped and she swayed on her feet that Celaena stopped staring toward Chaol.