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He whispered her name, her true name, and she screamed as he—
Oooh confirmation??
She had blood money to burn.
And if it ever came down to having to choose between his king and Celaena … He prayed to the Wyrd that he’d never be faced with that decision. Staying firmly on this side of the line was the logical choice.
Why chaol over here sucking the kings dick
“Allow me to introduce my cousin,” Dorian said to her, clapping Roland on the shoulder. “Lord Roland Havilliard of Meah.”
I wonder what roland will be about
Roland smiled again. He smiled too much—and too smoothly. “His Majesty has offered me a position on his council.”
Dorian checked his irritation before replying. He’d never particularly liked his cousin, whom he’d seen at least twice a year while growing up.
Ok so dorian doesnt trust him
Meah was a small yet prosperous coastal city in Adarlan, but it held no real political power. It didn’t even have a standing army, save for the city’s sentries. Roland was his father’s cousin’s son; perhaps the king felt that they needed more Havilliard blood in the council room.
Whats the king up to
Roland was a pain in the ass, and too aware of the effect his looks and his Havilliard name had on women, but he was harmless. Wasn’t he? Dorian didn’t know the answer—and he wasn’t sure if he wanted to.
Books and books and books. So many books that Philippa had to bring up another bookcase for her room.
fellow book girlie!
It felt like she’d never left. As if she might look over her shoulder and find Sam Cortland crouching behind her.
It had been over a year and a half since the night she’d lost her freedom; a year and a half since she’d lost Sam. And somewhere, in this city, were the answers to how it all had happened. If she dared to look, she knew she’d find them. And she knew it would destroy her again.
Is it she doesnt know or she doesnt want to know/avoiding
While she might be in no hurry to seek out the truth behind her own capture and Sam’s death, and while she was fairly certain the king had to be wrong about Archer, part of her wondered whether whatever truth she uncovered about this rebel movement and the king’s plans would destroy her, too. And not just destroy her—but also everything she’d grown to care about.
“Do you know who Rourke Farran is?” The name made her sick with long-suppressed rage and grief, but she managed to say it. Because even if she didn’t want the entire truth …there were some things she did need to know about her capture. Still needed to know, even after all this time.
“Nine months ago. He and his three top men were all found murdered by …” Chaol chewed on his lip, searching for the name. “Wesley. A man named Wesley took them all out. He was …” Chaol cocked his head to the side. “He was Arobynn Hamel’s personal guard.” Her breath was tight in her chest. “Did you know him?”
But on the night that she’d been betrayed and captured, Wesley had tried to stop her. She’d thought that it was because Arobynn had ordered her locked in her rooms, that it had been a way to keep her from seeking retribution for Sam’s death at Farran’s hands; but …
These breadcrumbs are crazy
When she could try to understand why Arobynn Hamel might have betrayed her—and what she was going to do with that horrible knowledge. How much she’d make him suffer—and bleed for it.
“Did Sam love you?” Yes. More than anyone had ever loved her. He’d loved her enough to risk everything—to give up everything. He’d loved her so much that she still felt the echoes of it, even now. “Very much,” she breathed.
The midnight hour chimed through the castle, the off-kilter ringing of the wretched clock tower in the garden echoing through the dark, silent halls.
Midnight-title
i wonder what the clock tower foreshadows
cant wait for this thing to be destroyed
ultimate wyrdgate?
With the chill tonight, it was no surprise to see someone completely concealed by a black cloak, hood drawn far over the face. But something about the figure standing between the open library doors made some ancient, primal part of her send a warning pulse so strong that she didn’t take another step.
Here we go with the black cloak---connecteed to ring?
It sniffed at her, a huffing, animal sound.
Bro what
It sniffed again, and took a step toward her. The way it moved, like smoke and shadow …
Celaena couldn’t stop hearing that cursed word again and again. Plans.
Someone explain
The person outside the library probably had nothing to do with the king, Celaena told herself as she walked—still not sprinting—down the hall to her room.
Girl i get the PTSD but who you kidding
Celaena entered her bedroom just as the lunar eclipse was beginning, and groaned. “Of course there’s an eclipse,” she grumbled, turning from the balcony doors and approaching the tapestry along the wall.
Uhm random eclipse?
The skull knocker had spoken. Its mouth had moved up and down.
Staring at her with gleaming metal eyes, the bronze skull clicked its tongue. It had a tongue.
Is the knocker our new suriel
“But you’re”—she swallowed hard—“magic.” It was impossible—it should be impossible. Magic was gone, vanished from the land ten years ago, before it had even been outlawed by the king. “Everything in this world is magic. Thank you ever so kindly for stating the obvious.”
“New magic doesn’t. But the king cannot erase old spells made with older powers—like the Wyrdmarks. Those ancient spells still hold; especially ones that imbue life.”
Interesting
“Not even the strongest man in the world could peel me from this door. King Brannon himself put me here to watch over her tomb.”
“What is your name?” “Celaena Sardothien,” she ground out. The skull barked a laugh. “Oh, that is too funny! The funniest thing I’ve heard in centuries!”
Does he know its not true/does her name mean something
“My name is Mort, if you must know.”
I fucking love mort
Celaena’s attention lingered on the words etched at Elena’s feet: Ah! Time’s Rift!
Such an odd phrase lol
Brannon, Elena’s Fae father—not to mention the first King of Terrasen—had carved the words into the sarcophagus himself.
If the king ever learned of their power, if he knew it could summon creatures as Cain had done, he could unleash endless evil upon Erilea. And his plans would become even more deadly.
She hasnt even attempted to guess the king is involved
It could wait—the message could wait, the oncoming burden could wait—for another moment or two of freedom.
“There is a far deadlier power poised to devour the world.”
“It’s all connected to the king, isn’t it? All of these awful things? Even Elena’s command—that’s about finding whatever power he has, the threat he poses.”
am sorry for what you have lost,” he said in a voice that was not quite his. “And I am sorry about your parents’ deaths that night. It was—
How everybody know about her parents
The first was that if she didn’t uncover this threat, it might be a fatal mistake. Elena had just said she had to find it. She hadn’t said anything about destroying it. Nothing about facing the king. Which was a relief, Celaena supposed.
And the second was that she needed to speak with Archer—to get closer and start figuring out a way to fake his death. Because if he truly was a part of this movement that knew what the king was up to, then perhaps he could save her the trouble of spying on the king and piecing together whatever clues she could find.
It was hard to look away from Archer, who had been and still was the most beautiful man she’d ever seen.
Dorian couldn’t possibly know what his father was up to—no, he couldn’t act the way he did if he knew that his father had such sinister intent. And maybe he shouldn’t ever know.
“The night watch looks the other way when Perrington visits.”
Fucking perrington
“They encourage the crows to fly past here,” Kaltain murmured, more to herself than to Celaena. “And my headaches are worse every day. Worse and worse, and full of all of those flapping wings.”
Im telling you she's a seer
“Sometimes,” Kaltain said softly, and Celaena paused. “Sometimes I think they brought me here. Not to marry Perrington, but for another purpose. They want to use me.”
“They never say. When they come down here, they never tell me what they want. I don’t even remember. It’s all just … fragments. Shards of a broken mirror, each gleaming with its own individual image.”
Kaltain wrapped Celaena’s cloak around herself. “Something is coming,” she whispered. “And I am to greet it.”
King Orlon
Is this her daddy
My father still says that if Terrasen were to rise again, it might stand a chance; it would be a genuine threat to Adarlan.” Celaena looked toward the hearth. “I know,” she managed to get out.
Care to show what you know
Hollin,
Great another havilliard
