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

by Sarah J. Maas

Sam went rigid. “He’s twelve years older than you.” “So?”

I’m almost seventeen, and I can already wallop you; imagine how good I’ll be in a few years.”

MY BABBYYYYYYY 😞😞😞😞😞🥹🥹🥹🥹

Before she knew what she was doing, Celaena threw her arms around him and held him close.

“Sam,” she murmured into his chest. “Hmm?” She peeled away from him, stepping out of his arms. “If you ever tell anyone about me embracing you … I’ll gut you.”

The Assassin and the Healer

MY GORL YRENE TOWERS YUPPPP THAYS MY WOMANNNNN

She offered no explanation for them, and it seemed to Yrene that the girl wore her scars the way some women wore their finest jewelry.

Oh i might cry

This girl wasn’t like wildfire—she was wildfire. Deadly and uncontrollable. And slightly out of her wits.

For wherever you need to go—and then some. The world needs more healers.

The dancing was breathtaking, yes, and the story it told was certainly lovely—a legend of a prince seeking to rescue his bride, and the cunning bird he captured to help him to do it—but the music.

Sick. Evil. Twisted.

“You’re a damned idiot,” she breathed. “You’re a moron and an ass and a damned idiot.” He looked like she had hit him. But she went on, and grasped both sides of his face, “Because I’d pick you.” And then she kissed him.

My name is Sam Cortland … and I will not be afraid. I’ve been doing it for years.”

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