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An elderly woman turned to glare at him, and Celaena gave her an apologetic and exasperated look, as if to say, Men!
No need to mention that after Chaol had returned to his bedroom, where Celaena had been reading, his tunic was rumpled, his knuckles were raw, and there was a deadly sort of gleam in his chestnut eyes
Chaol bless you
“You’re not wearing that.”
because the idea of him thinking that she was weak, that she needed to be protected, made her want to shatter someone’s bones.
It was a freedom that she was still working for, because even though she’d tasted it only for a heartbeat, it had been the most exquisite heartbeat she’d ever experienced.
She looked to her left, as if she’d somehow known, even in sleep, where he was.
And somehow, she had wound up exactly where she knew she’d be safest.
“Do we need to go to the training hall to see if you can back them up?”
So Dorian closed his eyes, and took another long breath. And when he opened his eyes, he let her go.
Hours later, the King of Adarlan stood at the back of the dungeon chamber as his secret guards dragged Rena Goldsmith forward.
OMG NO
So I could sing those songs, and you would know that we are still here—that you may outlaw magic, that you may slaughter thousands, but we who keep the old ways still remember.”
“Dance with me,” he said, and held out his hand to her.
The rest of the world quieted into nothing. In that moment, after ten long years, Celaena looked at Chaol and realized she was home.
“I can’t tell if I should be ashamed of wanting to hold you on this day, or grateful that, despite what happened before now, it somehow brought me to you.”
wherever she made her home, there would be some man who would fall in love with her and who would make her his wife, and that was the worst truth of all.
It had snuck up on him, this pain and terror and rage at the thought of anyone else with her.
“I would be the greatest fool in the world to let you go alone.”
So Chaol brushed away her tears, lifted her chin, and kissed her.
YES!!!!
I certainly would be if I’d tumbled me.”
I love her
Some of them remain trapped in their animal forms.
For the first time in years, she was truly happy. The feeling curled around every thought, a tendril of hope that grew with each breath. She was afraid to look at it for too long, as though acknowledging it would somehow cause it to disappear.
“I don’t think you realize who you’re dealing with.” The man clicked his tongue. “If you were that good, you would be more than the Captain of the Guard.” Chaol let out a low, breathy laugh. “I wasn’t talking about me.”
I cant wait for celaenas reaction
She’d been called Adarlan’s Assassin for a reason. Dramatic entrances were practically her art form.
Archer was a part of this group; Archer had set her up.
“I have been working with Nehemia to lead these people for the past six months.”
what the fuck
“She comes here to feed us all of the information that you confide in her.”
:o
But it’s not questioning that they’re going to be doing tonight, is it, Captain?”
I feel sick
Celaena stood in the center of the freezing bedroom, gazing at the bed, and the princess’s broken body atop it. Nehemia was dead.
I have no words
Nehemia was gone. That vibrant, fierce, loving soul; the princess who had been called the Light of Eyllwe; the woman who had been a beacon of hope—just like that, as if she were no more than a wisp of candlelight, she was gone.
They had done this. They had betrayed her. Betrayed Nehemia. They had taken her away. Her nails brushed Dorian’s exposed throat.
He had known. She shattered completely, and launched herself at him.
But the Celaena he knew was gone. The girl he’d imagined as his wife, the girl he’d shared a bed with for the past week, was utterly gone.
He made himself look into her eyes, look at the face so twisted with rage that he couldn’t find her.
“You will never be my friend. You will always be my enemy.”
I need a time out
and there was the horror and relief that he’d somehow used his power to stop Celaena’s hand before she stabbed Chaol, and that no one except Celaena had noticed.
Knew it
He had lost her. And she would never, in a thousand lifetimes, let him in again.
she sat before the fire, staring into the glowing embers that grew brighter as the world darkened.
What she was right now, the edge on which she was balancing … Wyrd help them all.
Then Celaena and the King of Adarlan smiled at each other, and it was the most terrifying thing Dorian had ever seen.
And the rhyme with “Wyrd” and “feared” was off. Not to mention the break in the rhyme scheme in the final lines.
Me coded
