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

by Sarah J. Maas

As Sam slipped a hand around her waist, his touch somehow sending a bright-hot flame through her, she had to wonder if he was still pretending, too.

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

Life isn’t easy, no matter where you are. You’ll make choices you think are right, and then suffer for them.” Those remarkable eyes flickered. “So if you’re going to be miserable, you might as well go to Antica and be miserable in the shadow of the Torre Cesme.”

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.

Ansel opened her eyes, and Celaena frowned. “What?” Ansel said. Celaena shook her head. “You’re going to have to wash it all off.” “Why?” “Because you look better than I do.”

So real

No; it was the memory of Sam’s face that had stopped her from kissing him.

AHHHHHHH

“Besides,” Ansel said, glancing sidelong at Celaena, “not all of us can so easily convince the Master to train us.”

Someones got their panties in a twist

“If you can learn to endure pain, you can survive anything. Some people learn to embrace it—to love it. Some endure it through drowning it in sorrow, or by making themselves forget. Others turn it into anger. But Ansel let her pain become hate, and let it consume her until she became something else entirely—a person I don’t think she ever wished to be.”

“My name is Wind,” she whispered. “And Rain. And Bone and Dust. My name is a snippet of a half-remembered song.”

She was not going to die.

“What more can I say?” he exploded, his whisper rough and harsh. “I’ve already told you everything—I’ve already told you that if I stay here, if I have to live with Arobynn, I’ll snap his damned neck.” “But why? Why can’t you let it go?” He grabbed her shoulders and shook her. “Because I love you!” Her mouth fell open. “I love you,” he repeated, shaking her again. “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 choose Arobynn, and I. Can’t. Take. It.”

OHHHHHHHH

“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.

OH MY GOD AHHHHH

But what had happened in the sewer …

WHAT HAPPENED DID THEY JUST KISS?!! I NEED ANSWERS

In the silence of her bedroom, she swore an oath to the moonlight that if Sam were hurt, no force in the world would hold her back from slaughtering everyone responsible.

He brushed his lips against hers. “I love you,” he breathed against her mouth. “And from today onward, I want to never be separated from you. Wherever you go, I go. Even if that means going to Hell itself, wherever you are, that’s where I want to be. Forever.”

“Because they want me to kill Ioan Jayne and his second-in-command, Rourke Farran.”

NOOO STAY AWAY SAM PLEASE IM BEGGING

“I can wait,” he said thickly, kissing her collarbone. “We have all the time in the world.”

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

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

“I hate packing.”

NOOOOOOO

She climbed onto the wooden table and lay beside him, stretching an arm across his middle, holding him close.

NOOOOO

The body still smelled faintly like Sam. And like the cheap soap she’d made him use, because she was so selfish that she couldn’t let him have her lavender soap.

“It’s all just a—”

ITS A TRAP CELAENA DONT GOOOO

She would tuck Sam into her heart, a bright light for her to take out whenever things were darkest. And then she would remember how it had felt to be loved, when the world had held nothing but possibility. No matter what they did to her, they could never take that away. She would not break.

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