Tower of Dawn (Throne of Glass, #6)

by Sarah J. Maas

Chaol Westfall, former Captain of the Royal Guard and now Hand to the newly crowned King of Adarlan, had discovered that he hated one sound above all others. Wheels.

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“There are choices in my past,” he said tightly, “that I have come to regret. But I can only move on—and attempt to fix them. Fight to make sure they do not occur again.” He jerked his chin toward the supplies she’d set down. “Which I cannot do while in this chair.” “You certainly could do such things from that chair,”

i love this actually

The injury had cracked him a bit, but not sundered him.

“So it will not just be healing, but training as well.”

PT is so important!!

“Facing the emotional consequences of your injury will be a part of this process.”

i love how she's a doctor, physical therapist, and regular therapist

“They might not find me the most reassuring instructor—” “No, they’ll likely be swooning and sighing over you so much they’ll forget to be afraid.”

But pain can feel alive.

this is so real

But I would say it is their intelligence that is the stronger weapon. Brute power is useless without it.”

“The trauma of any injury requires some internal reflection during the healing and aftermath.”

“As handsome as Yrene said.” “I said no such thing,”

And though she told herself not to … a little smile tugged on Yrene’s mouth as they rode into the awakening city.

“I’m starving,” Chaol said, nudging her with an elbow. “Will you eat with me?” And to his surprise, she said yes.

Love cannot exist without trust.”

His fingers grazed her own. “I will not let any harm come to you.”

“I’m sure the volume I need for your chronic toe fungus is down here somewhere,

HELP????

She only nodded and backed out, shutting the door behind her. But as she did so, he caught a glimmer of the light that danced in her eyes.

“Exercising your body is vital,” Yrene said, her words clipped, “but you will do more harm than good if you push yourself too hard.”

Patients had bad days. They were entitled to them. It was natural, and a part of the process.

“We will face this,” he said. “Together.”

“I feel safer here.” Chaol tried not to blink at her. At the words. With him. She felt safer here with him.

“Thank you for tonight,” Chaol said, stifling what tried to leap off his tongue: I can’t take my eyes off you.