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Sixty-six cells this time, all sealed shut. She unlocked the end door with the Wyrdmarks.
99 locked doors in 1st hallway
66 passed door 100
She entered the third passageway, which also made a sharp right turn, and found it to be even shorter. Thirty-three cells.
3rd hallway 33 cells
The fourth hallway veered right again, and she counted twenty-two cells.
4th-22
It’s a spiral. A labyrinth. Bringing you deeper and deeper inside, farther belowground …
She bit her lip but unlocked the door. Eleven cells. She increased her pace, and swiftly reached the fifth door. Nine cells.
The center of the spiral?
Death had been here. And not too long ago. If this place were as ancient as Gavin and Brannon, most of the cloth would be dust.
There was one more door at the end, which hung crookedly on its one remaining hinge. Darkness filled the void beyond.
The eyes? The kings power?
You’re near the center of the spiral. Just see what it is—see if it yields any answers. Elena said to look for clues …
An eighth gate.
8 doorways
Her headache only grew worse, but when she reached the top, she forgot about fatigue, forgot about pain.
Kaltain gets headaches too
The king’s ring. The ring on Perrington’s finger. And Cain’s … She touched the stone, and a shock went through her, her head pounding so badly she gagged. The Eye of Elena gave a pulse of blue light but quickly died, as if the light itself had been sucked toward the stone and devoured.
Ring absorbs power?? Is this why all the magic is gone
The clock tower.
i fucking new this tower is important
Maybe the dungeon had been built then, but this—all of this—had to be connected to the king. Because he had built the clock tower; built it out of— Obsidian the gods forbade And stone they greatly feared. But—but the keys were supposed to be small. Not mammoth, like the clock tower. Not—
Is the tower the key
Since they had locked it down here to rot, since they had gotten tired of playing with it, it had forgotten so many things. It had forgotten its own name, forgotten what it used to be. But it now knew more useful things—better things. How to hunt, how to feed, how to use those marks to open and close doors.
The king-took something from it
She had to have been a part of it, the breaking and shattering and then the brutal rebuilding. And since she had come here … It ducked into another shadow and waited for her to walk into its claws.
what a part of celaena
Dorian did have magic. This was the information Yellowlegs had wanted to sell to the highest bidder, sell to the king himself. It was knowledge that could change everything. It could change the world. Dorian had magic.
She knew that the creature had been made, because in its chest had been a human heart.
There had been so many doors. Well over two hundred, all locked. And both Kaltain and Nehemia had mentioned wings—wings in their dreams, wings flapping through the Ferian Gap. What was the king brewing there?
“No. Chaol doesn’t know, and Roland just left with Duke Perrington. They’re going to Morath for a few months to … to oversee the situation in Eyllwe.”
Roland and perrington going to morath
There were so many things she could tell him, but if she did, it would just result in too many questions.
GIRL STOP WITH THE SECRETS
She scanned the page he’d stopped on, her heart pounding as another clue about the king and his plans slipped into place.
They want to use me. They tricked me, Kaltain had said. And in Dorian’s book of Adarlan’s noble lineages, the Rompier family had been listed as one with a strong magical line, supposedly vanished two generations ago. Sometimes I think they brought me here, Kaltain had said. Not to marry Perrington, but for another purpose. Brought Kaltain here, the way Cain had been brought here. Cain, of the White Fang Mountains, where powerful shamans had long ruled the tribes.
“I Am the First.”
The first Wyrdkey of the three. Celaena moved around the stone body, her eyes on Elena’s sleeping face. As she looked upon those fine features, she whispered the words.
She lifted shaking fingers to the blue jewel in the center of the crown.
“So he truly has it,” she whispered. “He found the key before me. And he’s been using its power for his own agenda.”
If he controls the Wyrd, you’re going to have to find another means of saving yourself. And don’t you think it’s too much of a coincidence that magic stopped as soon as he began his conquest?” How magic stopped … “He used the Wyrdkeys to stifle magic. All magic,” she added, “but his own.” And by extension, Dorian’s. She swore, then asked, “So you think he might also have the second Wyrdkey?”
King eliminated magic with wyrd kwys
The crown was familiar, somehow, but it was the man’s eyes that stunned him into inaction. They were his own eyes—sapphire, blazing.
Gavin? Or brannon
And somehow, Dorian didn’t think twice about the fact that Gavin, first King of Adarlan, had spoken to him as he awoke,
That must be why the king had rounded up Kaltain and Roland, too. He’d used the Wyrdkeys to suppress magic, but he must have some way of harnessing the innate power in someone’s blood—and the Wyrdmarks must be able to access that power, too.
But no matter what I did, Elentiya, I want you to know that in the darkness of the past ten years, you were one of the bright lights for me. Do not let that light go out.”
From Archer, who stood there gaping. “I don’t believe it,” he whispered.
Archer???
Do not trust … She had thought Nehemia’s drawing had been of the Royal Seal—a slightly warped version of the wyvern. But it had actually been of this tattoo. Of Archer’s tattoo. Do not trust Archer, she’d been trying to tell her.
let you find that riddle I hid in Davis’s office. It took us five years to find that riddle—and you must have solved it. I knew you’d be the one to solve it. Nehemia knew, too.”
“She spent so much time complaining about Councilman Mullison that I knew he’d be the easiest one to blame. And thanks to that competition, he already had a connection to Grave.”
Damn it was archer
“Because I know what you are, Celaena. Arobynn told me one night, after you went to Endovier.”
He knows who she is but why the what? Maybe its her power
“Nehemia?” she whispered. She’d come back—come back to help, to explain everything.
No she fidnt you dumb bitch lol
Dorian didn’t just have magic—he had raw magic. The rarest, and deadliest, kind. Sheer undiluted power, capable of being shaped into whatever form the wielder desired.
she didn’t think twice before she unleashed the monster inside herself.
It was like a fog vanished from her face, her features sharpening, her steps becoming longer and more graceful. And then her ears—her ears shifted into delicate points.
Celaena was Fae.
Flame—years ago, her power had always manifested as some form of fire.
She had little control over the power, but she did have a sword—a sacred sword made by the Fae, capable of withstanding magic. A conduit.
Rourke Farran was a client of mine—before he was killed, that is. You remember Farran, don’t you? He had a special love for pain. He told me that torturing Sam Cortland was the most fun he ever had.”
Oh goodness
But even as he walked out of the dining room, part of him realized that his magic—that he—was the least of their concerns. Because even from that first day in Endovier, this had always been about them.
“My great-grandmother was Fae,” she said. “And even though my mother couldn’t switch into an animal form the way the Fae can, I somehow inherited the ability to shift. Between my Fae form and my human form.” “And you can’t shift anymore?” She looked over her shoulder at him. “When magic stopped ten years ago, I lost my ability. It’s what saved my life, I think.
“I think that we should send the King’s Champion to Wendlyn to dispatch the royal family.”
“We’ve been at war with them for two years, and have yet to break past their naval defenses. But if the king and his son are eliminated, we might stand a chance of getting through in the ensuing chaos. Especially if the King’s Champion also gets her hands on their naval defense plans.”
Wendlyn was the last stronghold of the Fae,
