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Celaena ran a thumb over the armrest of the chair. She had no intention of ending her life. Not before she did what needed to be done.
She did know one killer this monstrous. Grave.
I do not remember him lol
She didn’t need a light to make her way down to the tomb. She knew the path by memory now, each step, each turn.
I feel like its so badass she saved the secret escape for revenge
It was war upon them all. Let them tremble in fear at what they had awoken.
Celaena approached the stand that displayed Damaris, sword of Gavin, first King of Adarlan. The hollowed-out golden pommel glinted in the moonlight as she pulled the scabbard from the stand and strapped it across her back.
Oh shittt
“Wherever you are going,” Mort went on, “whatever you plan to do, you debase that sword by taking it from here. Aren’t you afraid of angering the gods?”
Ioan Jayne—
Who are you
The way she had sneered at him, the way she’d broken his nose and tossed her handkerchief onto his chest.
Vaguely remembering now
His client had promised him that the offers would come.
I hope we learn more about his client
She came through the fog, no more than a sliver of darkness. She didn’t run—she just walked with that insufferable swagger.
He swore at her, the filthiest word he could think of.
TELL ME THE WORD
But he, too, stopped when he beheld the object she carried. A head.
Omggg
And no one, not even Dorian’s father, said anything as she set the severed head atop the minister’s stack of papers. “I believe this belongs to you,” she said, releasing her grip on the hair. The head lolled to the side with a thud. Then she patted—patted—the minister’s shoulder before rounding the table and plopping into an empty chair at one end, sprawling across it.
“Here’s a lesson for you, Minister, from one professional to another: cover your tracks. And hire assassins without personal connections to you. And perhaps try not to do it so soon after you’ve publicly argued with your target.”
shes so badassss
After a moment, his father looked up from the list and surveyed her. “Well done, Champion. Well done indeed.” Then Celaena and the King of Adarlan smiled at each other, and it was the most terrifying thing Dorian had ever seen.
Whattt
Tell me what you and your movement want. Tell me what you know about the king’s plans.”
“Be our eyes and ears in the castle,” Archer whispered. “Help us. Help us, and we can find a way to save everyone—to save you. We don’t know what the king plans to do, only that he somehow found a source of power outside magic, and that he’s probably using that power to create monstrosities of his own. But to what end, we don’t know. That’s what Nehemia was trying to discover—and it’s knowledge that could save us all.”
Power outside of magic???
done with you. I don’t want your information, I’m not going to give you information, and I don’t particularly care what happens to you once you leave this city, as long as I never see you again.”
now that she had no one left to maim and punish—she was so, so tired.
Thanks to your mother’s blood, your brother is all gangly limbs and awkward angles.”
Is she fae?
“I haven’t been your son for ten years. I don’t see why I should start acting like one now.”
And there were other mysteries lurking around her, mysteries that he’d better start figuring out if he was to stand a chance of surviving her wrath.
Better watch your back bud
If Eyllwe rebels, there is a good chance that the wild men in the Fangs will rise up, too. Anielle will be the first place they sack. They’ve been dreaming of revenge for too long.”
Interesting history
“Perhaps if you do, your woman and I can exchange notes about the conditions.”
Chaols father is a savage LOL
Almost as wild as she’d been earlier today, when she’d walked into her own dressing room and ripped every gown off its hanger, pulled out every pair of shoes, every tunic, every ribbon and cloak and thrown them into the hallway.
SJM ia good with writing grief
But it had been too late to stop Celaena from burning the dress she’d worn the night of Chaol’s birthday. That gown had burned first.
Honestly celaena is me
This copy was older, more damaged, but it was the same book. And written on the inside cover was a sentence in Wyrdmarks—such basic marks that even Celaena could understand them. Do not trust— The final symbol, though, was a mystery. It looked like a wyvern—the Royal Seal. Of course she shouldn’t trust the King of Adarlan.
Whoooo
It is only with the eye that one can see rightly.
Nehemia had known Davis; known him and lied about it, lied about the riddle, and— Nehemia had promised. Promised that there would be no more secrets between them. Promised and lied. Promised and deceived her.
Damn poor celaena
But after the duel, she’d returned the Eye of Elena to Celaena; if Nehemia had needed it, she would have kept it. And Archer hadn’t mentioned knowing anything about this. Unless this wasn’t the eye the riddle referenced.
Damaris. It was Damaris, the Sword of Truth. Gavin could see nothing but what was right— It is only with the eye that one can see rightly.
Damn right in front of us lol
It was a poem.
By the Valg, three were made,
Not 3 made again lol
Of the Gate-Stone of the Wyrd:
Is this to access the gates??
In grief, he hid one in the crown Of her he loved so well, To keep with her where she lay down Inside the starry cell.
Elena?
The second one was hidden In a mountain made of fire,
Volcano sounds accurate but what if its the mountin in anielle
Celaena shook her head. More nonsense. And the rhyme with “Wyrd” and “feared” was off. Not to mention the break in the rhyme scheme in the final lines.
“It sounds to me like it’s a riddle giving the location of three very powerful items.”
Is the eye of elena one??
“Nehemia was—Nehemia was here? But I only brought her to the tomb …” Mort’s bronze face gleamed in the light of the candle she’d set before the door. “You’re telling me that Nehemia came here after the ridderak attacked? That she knew about this place all along? And you’re only telling me now?”
“Of course not. And isn’t the journey more important than the end?”
The king’s plans—had they been to find these things?
“No, she didn’t. But when her spirit left her body, there was no more pain—no more fear. She is safe now.”
Her chest ached, but this was the one last thing she had to do, the one last honor she could give her friend. Celaena tilted her head to the sky, closed her eyes, and began to sing.
Sobbing
The loss she felt, the stillness with which she watched him—it was all his fault. If the punishment for that was losing her, then he’d endure it.
Celaena said, “She’s never coming back.” The dog kept waiting.
My hearttt not fleetfoot waiting for nehemia
Keep it normal, keep it simple.
Dorian laughed softly, but the sound somehow killed the amusement in her eyes. As if the sound of merriment was too raw against the wound of Nehemia’s death. Keep it simple, he reminded himself.
Ugh doriannn why is he so goood
A moment later, when the little librarian came waddling into view and asked if they’d seen a dog, Celaena only shook her head and said that she had heard something—from the opposite direction. And then she told him to keep his voice down, because this was a library.
“I apologize for my behavior lately. I haven’t … been myself.”
And from the way her eyes softened, he knew that was all he’d ever needed to say.
