Throne of Glass (Throne of Glass, #1)

by Sarah J. Maas

Still, the image haunted his dreams throughout the night: a lovely girl gazing at the stars, and the stars who gazed back.

“Guards are of no use in a library.” Oh, how wrong he was! Libraries were full of ideas—perhaps the most dangerous and powerful of all weapons.

Still staring at his outstretched hand, forever pointing toward an unreachable horizon, Celaena said a silent prayer for the dead Champion, and wished him well.

She was surprised that her hands had not forgotten, that somewhere in her mind, after a year of darkness and slavery, music was still alive and breathing. That somewhere, between the notes, was Sam. She forgot about time as she drifted between pieces, voicing the unspeakable, opening old wounds, playing and playing as the sound forgave and saved her.

He had come here with the intention of embarrassing a snide assassin, and had instead found a young woman pouring her secrets into a pianoforte.

“No. I can survive well enough on my own—if given proper reading material.”

Find the evil in the castle … But the only truly evil thing in this world is the man ruling it.

“We all bear scars, Dorian. Mine just happen to be more visible than most.

There was a darkness in his eyes that felt cold and foreign, like the gaps between the stars.

“You could rattle the stars,” she whispered. “You could do anything, if you only dared. And deep down, you know it, too. That’s what scares you most.”