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“I’m pretty certain ‘tired, but happy’ is a normal reaction after one’s first time.”
Oh shit chaol taking her virginity
“The last-born witch of the Witch Kingdom.” “That would make you over five hundred years old.”
“Fae or Valg. We never learned which one.” Valg. He knew that name. “The demons who stole Fae to breed with them; which made the witches, right?” And, if he recalled correctly, the beautiful Crochan witches had taken after their Fae ancestors—while the three clans of Ironteeth witches took after the race of demons that had invaded Erilea at the dawn of time.
Valg-demon entity
side note, is this where nesta being a witch will connect
“Your kind of magic is gone, yes. But there are other, forgotten powers that work.”
There is no magic left anymore; even the surviving Fae can’t access their powers. Some of them remain trapped in their animal forms. Miserable wretches. Taste like animals, too.”
“We don’t know how or why magic vanished. I hear rumors every now and then that the power still exists on other continents, but not here. So that’s the real question: why did magic vanish only here, and not across the whole of Erilea?
All the men on her list, all the ones she’d been following, the ones who might know what the king was up to—were leaving.
had to warn them,” he said, his eyes on the ship getting ready to depart. “I couldn’t live with their blood on my hands. They have children; what would become of them if you handed over their parents to the king?”
So maybe she wouldn’t even have to do anything. Maybe she wouldn’t have to risk her life, or Chaol’s. Maybe, just maybe, whatever their motives, these people could find a way to stop the king—and free all of Erilea as well.
A broom closet.
Not the broom closet lmao
“What will you stand for? Or will you only stand for yourself?”
And every scout and spy we send into the White Fang Mountains, into the Ferian Gap, does not come back.
Wyverns??
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Ideas on who the princess and queen are?
seems like they are talking about dorian and celaena
He was massive; the king’s size always surprised Chaol, for some reason.
Cain was massive too with the ridderack
“Chaol,” he said, looking over his shoulder. Dorian’s eyes were frozen, his jaw clenched. “Treat her well.”
But he couldn’t help imagining it—the glimmer of the future and how it would be to forge a life together, to call her his wife, to hear her call him husband, to raise a brood of children who would probably be far too clever and talented for their own good (and for Chaol’s sanity).
Cute and all but idk if or girl wants that
also how old is chaol again
Like Sam, Chaol was admired by almost everyone. And when they’d taken Sam from her, it hadn’t been because of anything Sam had done. No, they’d done it to get at her.
Every one of the restraints she’d locked into place after she’d rampaged through Endovier snapped free.
An icy, endless rage swept through her, wiping away everything except the plan that she could see with brutal clarity. The killing calm, Arobynn Hamel had once called it. Even he had never realized just how calm she could get when she went over the edge. If they wanted Adarlan’s Assassin, they’d get her. And Wyrd help them when she arrived.
“How about a damned fool?” Chaol said. “I don’t think you realize who you’re dealing with.” The man clicked his tongue. “If you were that good, you would be more than the Captain of the Guard.” Chaol let out a low, breathy laugh. “I wasn’t talking about me.” “She’s just one girl.”
She’d been called Adarlan’s Assassin for a reason. Dramatic entrances were practically her art form.
And by the time she landed on the mezzanine and rolled into a crouch, two of her daggers were already flying.
What A badass entrance
There are worse things out there to face!” Celaena slowly turned to him, her face splattered with blood and eyes blazing bright. “No, there aren’t,” she said. “Because I’m here now.”
Archer was a part of this group; Archer had set her up.
Called It
“I have been working with Nehemia to lead these people for the past six months.”
Def did not see that?!!
“Nehemia and I have been leading this movement together. She came here to organize us—to assemble a group that could go into Terrasen and start gathering forces against the king. And to uncover what the king truly plans to do to Erilea.”
“She comes here,” Archer said. “She comes here to feed us all of the information that you confide in her.”
“Moments before you arrived, Celaena, we realized the captain wasn’t the one. But it’s not questioning that they’re going to be doing tonight, is it, Captain?”
“They aren’t going to question her, Celaena. And by the time my men get there, I think it will be too late.”
Omg this is not the kind of betrayal i thought
She was Adarlan’s Assassin—she was Celaena Sardothien. She would not fail. The gods owed her. The Wyrd owed her. She would not fail Nehemia. Not when there were so many awful words left between them.
Nehemia was dead.
“You will never be my friend. You will always be my enemy.”
The blade plunged down. And stopped. There was a sudden chill in the room, and Celaena’s hand just stopped, as though it had been frozen in midair.
Dorian knew that Chaol had no choice, no other way out of the situation, as his friend carried Celaena out of that bloody chamber, into the servants’ stairwell, and down, down, down, until they reached the castle dungeons.
Holy shit ok hes a dick
“Whoever did this got some kind of sick delight out of it,” Chaol finished. The bodies flashed through Dorian’s mind again: carefully, artfully arranged.
Roland seems to be a contender or the thing ojtside the library
Celaena knew where she was before she awoke. And she didn’t care. She was living the same story again and again.
He was so stupidly honorable and loyal to the king that he didn’t even think that she could have done something to prevent this.
But death was her curse and her gift, and death had been her good friend these long, long years.
“My headaches are worse,” she mumbled. “And those wings—they never stop.” My dreams have been filled with shadows and wings, Nehemia had said; Kaltain, too.
You are nothing more than a coward.
This is all so horrible
The forest on the other side was gone, and there was no stag; only barren terrain all around, crumbling rocks and a vicious wind that whispered the words again and again.
Sometimes the reality of his decision hit him so hard he couldn’t breathe.
This is heartbreaking
If she could just hold on, if she could just keep drawing breath, she might make it until Nehemia accomplished her goal. She would make it, and then bury her dead; and when the mourning months were over, she would find the nearest rebel group and join them. With every Adarlanian life she took, she would say the names of her dead again, so that they would hear her in the afterlife and know they were not forgotten.
Silently, she began to recite the names of her dead. And as the overseer raised his whip, she added her name to the end of that list and swung her ax into his gut.
Chaol wondered whether it would scar. He’d deserve it if it did.
The king had summoned his southern lords and retainers to Rifthold. Including Chaol’s father.
Except Roland.
Why roland riding his dick
His father had exploded when Dorian suggested that, but Dorian had still written her parents a message, expressing his deepest condolences. His father could go to hell for all he cared.
I loveee dorian
He’d just known that the woman he’d loved was about to kill his oldest friend over a misunderstanding. He’d been too far away to grab her as she plunged the blade down, but then … it was like a phantom arm reached out from within him and wrapped around her wrist.
More than icy powersss
he still.loves herrr
Any trace of him, she wanted gone.
