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July 17 - October 14, 2024
she spied the gold wyvern embroidered on his tunic.
Run and run and disappear into the mountains and live in solitude in the dark green of the wild, with a pine-needle carpet and a blanket of stars overhead. She could do it.
Still, the image haunted his dreams throughout the night: a lovely girl gazing at the stars, and the stars who gazed back.
Your Highness— It has come to my attention that your library isn’t a library, but rather a personal collection for only you and your esteemed father to enjoy. As many of your million books seem to be present and underused, I must beg you to grant me permission to borrow a few so that they might receive the attention they deserve. Since I am deprived of company and entertainment, this act of kindness is the least someone of your importance could deign to bestow upon a lowly, miserable wretch such as I. Yours most truly, Celaena Sardothien
temple priestesses.
“Peace be with you.”
“He said Chastain’s body was in ribbons.”
He couldn’t banish her heart-wrenching music from his mind, even when he burned his mother’s list of eligible maidens, even when he read a book long into the night, even when he finally fell asleep.
They were approaching the clock tower—black and menacing, as always. But kneeling before it was Cain. His head bent, he focused on something on the ground.
the time when the stars emerged with glittering beauty and made her feel wonderfully small and insignificant.
Though she had silver hair, her face was young, and her flowing white gown seemed to move in the moonlight;
Then this man was Gavin, the first King of Adarlan.
She stopped as a map of Erilea appeared. Maps had always interested her; there was something bewitching in knowing one’s precise location in relation to others on the earth.
Something was brought to life and laid to sleep in his gaze.
the edges of her body gleamed as though made from starlight.
An eight-pointed star was tattooed upon her brow in a shade of blue that matched her gown, its sharp lines extending to her hairline.
Her dress was made of stars plucked from the sky,
Celaena’s blood turned into shooting stars.
heavy. I name you Elentiya, ‘Spirit That Could Not Be Broken.’ ”
Celaena was held in place. She could feel the name fall upon her like a shimmering veil. This was unconditional love. Friends like this did not exist. Why was she so fortunate as to have found one?
Shadows seemed to leak from him, flowing onto the stones and the windows and the walls like spilled ink.
“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.”
“Blood ties can’t be broken,”
And then, one day, a knight came, seeking her power on behalf of his king. As they traveled to his kingdom, his fear turned to love—and he saw her not for the power she wielded, but for the woman
beneath. Of all the kings and emperors who had come courting her with promises of wealth beyond imagining, it was the knight’s gift, of seeing her for who she was—not what she was—that won her heart.
So Dorian closed his eyes, and took another long breath. And when he opened his eyes, he let her go.
“Sixteen, when you burned her. Her name was Kaleen, and she had eyes like thunderclouds. I still hear her voice in my dreams.”
She sighed loudly and studied the moon. It was so bright it drowned out the stars.
He stared after the princess, wondering what her last words had meant. And why, when she had said them, something ancient and slumbering deep inside of him had opened an eye.
The kiss obliterated her. It was like coming home or being born or suddenly finding an entire half of herself that had been missing.
door wasn’t
All sorts of beings have come through them over the eons. Benign things, but also
the dead and foul things that creep in when the gods are looking elsewhere.”
Fingernails. She turned around to face the broken cell door. There were countless marks on it. How could someone make such lines in iron? In stone?
“It sounds like something out of a book,” he said, staring at the ceiling. She sat down on the other side of the bed.
promise,” she whispered again. “On my name, on my life, even if it takes until my last breath, I promise I will see Eyllwe freed.”
where the lost princess
How many times had he seen her avert her gaze, that one bit of proof she couldn’t hide, from the king?
Celaena Sardothien was Aelin Ashryver Galathynius, heir to the throne and rightful Queen of Terrasen.
cooling breeze pushed past, bringing with it the spices from the vendors lining the nearby street—nutmeg, thyme, cumin, lemon verbena.
But what was his? He could have been a wolf, she thought,
no more than shadow and mist.
In her bones, in her blood and breath and soul, she was so, so tired. Talking to anyone was too taxing.
fear, for
made an
should
hers. They
one
Each of the scars, the chipped teeth and broken claws, the mutilated tail—they weren’t the markings of a victim. Oh, no. They were the trophies of a survivor. Abraxos was a warrior who’d had all the odds stacked against him and survived. Learned from it. Triumphed.
