Crown of Midnight (Throne of Glass, #2)

by Sarah J. Maas

her true name,

Celaena is not her real name?

“Celaena Sardothien,” she ground out. The skull barked a laugh. “Oh, that is too funny! The funniest thing I’ve heard in centuries!” “Be quiet.”

More evidence that its not her real name?

Damaris, the legendary sword of Gavin. Its hilt was silvery gold and had little ornamentation save for a pommel in the shape of an eye. No jewel lay in the socket; it was only an empty ring of gold.

when Gavin wielded Damaris, he would see only the truth, and that was why he had been crowned king.

Like Truth teller - the sword Azriel uses? Could they be linked?

Aelin Galathynius, the lost heir of Terrasen.

No, it wasn’t true. If these people actually claimed to have met the heir to the throne, then she had to be an imposter.

It is only with the eye that one can see rightly.

The eye which fits into Damaris?

Her voice was soft, ethereal, the sound of a lullaby half-remembered. The songs she sang, one by one, held Celaena in place. Songs of distant lands, of forgotten legends, of lovers forever waiting to be reunited.

“Lovers forever waiting to be reunited” reminds me of Bryce and Hunt

after ten long years, Celaena looked at Chaol and realized she was home.

man who smells of the Silver Lake

And on the grassy lip of the other side stood the white stag, watching her with ancient eyes. His massive antlers glowed in the moonlight, wreathing him in ivory glory, just as she remembered. It had been on a chill night like this that she’d spotted him through the bars of her prison wagon on the way to Endovier, a glimmer of a world before it was burned to ash. They watched each other in silence.

Sometimes, it felt as though the darkness stared back at her—and the face it wore was her own.

Parallels to Feyre

Ruhnn Mountains

Valg. He knew that name. “The demons who stole Fae to breed with them; which made the witches, right?”

But death was her curse and her gift, and death had been her good friend these long, long years.

Sounds like Nesta

By the Valg, three were made, Of the Gate-Stone of the Wyrd: Obsidian the gods forbade And stone they greatly feared. In grief, he hid one in the crown Of her he loved so well, To keep with her where she lay down Inside the starry cell.

In a mountain made of fire, Where all men were forbidden Despite their great desires. Where the third lies Will never be told By voice or tongue Or sum of gold.

The three items Nesta finds? The mask, the crown and harp - Dread Trove. She finds one in the lake one in the prison in the mountain

Celaena said, “She’s never coming back.” The dog kept waiting.

There are worlds that exist beyond your knowledge, worlds that lie on top of each other and don’t know it. Right now, you could be standing on the bottom of someone else’s ocean. The Wyrd keeps these realms apart.”

Foreshadowing?

“But long ago, before humans overran this miserable world, a different sort of evil broke through the gates: the Valg. Demons from another realm, bent on the conquest of Erilea, and with the force of an endless army behind them. In Wendlyn, they fought against the Fae. Try as the immortal children might, they could not defeat them.

Reread end of Crescent City 2

They had taken a piece of a Wyrdgate with their dark magic, and split it into three slivers—three keys. One key for each of their kings. Using all three at once, the Valg Kings were able to open that Wyrdgate at will, to manipulate its power to strengthen their forces, to allow an endless line of soldiers to pour into the world. The Fae knew that they must stop it.”

“The person who holds all three Wyrdkeys would have control over the broken Wyrdgate—and all Erilea. They would be able to open and close the gate at will. They could conquer new worlds or let in all sorts of life to bend to their cause. But even one key could make someone immensely dangerous. Not enough power to open the gate, but enough to be a threat. You see, the keys themselves are pure power—power to be shaped as the wielder wills it. Tempting, isn’t it?”

Elentiya, I want you to know that in the darkness of the past ten years, you were one of the bright lights for me. Do not let that light go out.”

Love this

“I’ll come back,” she said quietly. “I’ll come back for you.” And he knew that there was more that she wasn’t saying, some bigger meaning behind those words. But Dorian still believed her.

I hope the see each other again

And Chaol—the man she hated and loved so much that she could hardly think around him—just stood there, watching her go.

This morning, King Orlon Galathynius, his nephew and heir, Rhoe Galathynius, and Rhoe’s wife, Evalin, were found assassinated. Orlon was murdered in his bed at the royal palace in Orynth, and Rhoe and Evalin were found dead in their beds at their country estate along the River Florine. There is no word yet about the fate of Rhoe and Evalin’s daughter, Aelin.

So Celaena is Aelin