The Assassin's Blade (Throne of Glass, #0.1-0.5)

by Sarah J. Maas

There, in elegant, feminine handwriting, the girl had written: For wherever you need to go—and then some. The world needs more healers.

Yet there, deep in her gut, was a small but insistent tug. A tug on a strand of some invisible web. So Celaena decided to tug back, just to see how far and wide the reverberations would go.

Prayed that somehow, years from now, Yrene Towers would return to this continent, and maybe, just maybe, heal their shattered world a little bit.

like the cheap soap she’d made him use, because she was so selfish that she couldn’t let him have her lavender soap.

The Lord of the North. So the people of Terrasen will always know how to find their way home,

“My name is Celaena Sardothien,” she whispered, “and I will not be afraid.”