Tower of Dawn (Throne of Glass, #6)

by Sarah J. Maas

“So dashing,” one of the girls murmured behind him. Wait until you see my dismount, he almost said.

Im deaaaad

Sartaq whispered in Nesryn’s ear, “I was praying to the Eternal Sky and all thirty-six gods that you’d say yes.” She smiled, even if he couldn’t see it. “So was I,” Nesryn breathed, and they leaped into the skies.

“They didn’t mention that you’re beautiful.”

“What?” she asked, and he realized he’d been staring. “Thank you for tonight,” Chaol said, stifling what tried to leap off his tongue: I can’t take my eyes off you.

Never again. She’d never again forgive him, smile at him, for what he’d said. Never forget it. Standing or no.

Chaol really need to stop saying stuff like this to women

Reading the light in her eyes. The tone. The witch was tricking him into walking. Coaxing him to move. To follow.

she's so funny omg

Until her back hit the wall, the sconce on it rattling. As if she’d lost track of where she was. Chaol was instantly upon her.

He’d taken the impact for her, moved her so that he’d hit it first—

Sartaq chuckled. “I did. But I also told him that the woman I love now plans to head into war. And I intend to follow her.”