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

by Sarah J. Maas

If there were music and movements that embodied the wildness and recklessness and immortality of youth, they were here, on this dance floor.

She knew the day was drifting along because of the shifting light on the wall of the bedroom. 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.