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Sam and Celaena were weapons themselves.
“Reckless, but maybe the most meaningful, too.”
“If we live through this, Celaena,” Sam said, heading toward the side street that led to the docks, “remind me to teach you how to play cards properly.”
This girl wasn’t like wildfire—she was wildfire.
But that was a lifetime ago. A different person ago.
For wherever you need to go—and then some. The world needs more healers.
There were so many of them now—the children who had lost everything to Adarlan.
So they can look up at the sky, no matter where they are, and know Terrasen is forever with them.”
“Where do men find it in themselves to do such monstrous things? How do they find it acceptable?”
She bowed, which, strangely, was something she felt he actually deserved, rather than something she ought to do.
But she’d also promised Ansel that she had twenty minutes to get out of range. Celaena had fired after twenty-one.
“If you ever want to leave the North, you will always have a home here. I promise you the winter months are far better than the summer. And I think my son would be rather happy if you decided to return, too.”
He nurtured and educated her, yet he’d obliterated her innocence the first time he’d made her end a life. He’d given her everything, but he’d also taken everything away.
“As long as it guards the heart.”
“My price was his oath that he’d never lay a hand on you again. I told him I’d forgive him in exchange for that.”
She wished he’d punched her in the gut. It would have hurt less.
“After what we went through in Skull’s Bay, you should know the answer.”
Try not to stain them with your tears when you play. It took a lot of bribes to get these.
This was more than a party: it was a performance, an orgy, and a call to worship at the altar of excess. Celaena was a willing sacrifice.
“I am whoever the keepers of my fate tell me to be.”
“Because what was the point in anything if you just disappear forever?”
Why can’t you let it go?” He grabbed her shoulders and shook her. “Because I love you!”
“I love you,” he repeated,
“I have for years. And he hurt you and made me watch because he’s always known how I felt, too. But if I asked you to pick, you’d cho...
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“Because I’d pick you.” And then she kissed him.
she was so full of lightning
she swore an oath to the moonlight
this relationship between them, this bond that was forming, so unbreakable and unyielding that it made the entire axis of her world shift toward him.
And spending all the time in the world with Sam … That was a treasure worth paying anything for.
“No matter what I have done, I really do love you, Celaena.”
Was it the King of the Assassins who spoke, or the father, or the lover who had never manifested himself
He turned his head to kiss her palm, as if the phantom blood that coated her hands didn’t bother him.
He would be waiting at home. He’d be home. Home.
He was dead. Sam was dead.
because she was so selfish that she couldn’t let him have her lavender soap.
She knew the world still passed by, unaffected by the death of a young man, unaware that he’d ever existed and breathed and loved her. She hated the world for continuing on. If she never left this bed, this room, maybe she’d never have to continue on with it.
He had locked her in.
Tamlin..
The game had been played, and she had lost.
She would tuck Sam into her heart, a bright light for her to take out whenever things were darkest.
“My name is Celaena Sardothien,” she whispered, “and I will not be afraid.”
