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Don't know if you've read it yet but you can read them here. It's in 4 parts.
Part 1 -http://www.fantasybookaddict.com/2013...
Part 2 -http://toofondofbooks.com/2013/08/the...
Part 3 -http://www.paranormalindulgence.net/2...
Part 4 - http://www.alexalovesbooks.com/2013/0...

Don't know if you've read it yet but you can read them here. It's in 4 parts...."
hey not yet but i will now :) thank you :)!

By the way, Zully, thank you so much for sharing the links! It was fabulous!

Does anybody know where else i can find it?





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The Captain of the Guard was waiting for her at the front gate of the glass castle.
Celaena Sardothien, Erilea’s greatest assassin and now the King’s Champion, hadn’t bothered to hurry her black mare through the teeming streets of Rifthold. Even after two weeks of traveling to and from the base of the Ararat Mountains, even though she was half-frozen and covered in the dust of a hundred roads, she wasn’t all that eager to reach her final destination.
She wasn’t surprised to find Chaol Westfall standing at the bottom of the hill atop which the castle was perched—wasn’t surprised to see the half-dozen or so guards doing their best to pretend they weren’t watching every movement, or signaling up the winding path that she had returned. She’d already spotted the men Chaol had stationed in the city itself: at the wall gates, on street corners, on rooftops, all scouting for any sign of her return.
Chaol looked just as he had when she left, his black and gold uniform clean-pressed, the eagle-shaped pommel of his sword gleaming in the midmorning sun.
At least he was now using the blade. After killing Cain at the duel, he hadn’t worn it for the few weeks it’d taken her to recover from her injuries. When she’d left last month, he’d still been using another blade. Still had those shadows in his bronze eyes.
But those shadows were gone now, as she looked down at him from beneath the black cowl of her hood. He was just standing to the side of the gate, arms crossed over his broad chest, that familiar frown on his lips.
She clicked her tongue and dismounted, tossing the reins to one of the awaiting guards as she turned to face the captain. “What—no flowers?”
The frown deepened. She smiled broadly.
This had been her first mission, the first test of trust, and genuine ability. Celaena jerked her chin to one of the mare’s saddlebags. A massive lump pushed out from under the worn leather. “When do you suppose he’ll give me targets worthy of my skill?”
Chaol’s eyes flicked from her face to the head in the saddle bag, then back to her, the frown deepening. “You’re three days late.”
She shrugged, and didn’t wait for his permission to begin walking up the sloped path to the castle itself. No, she didn’t need any sort of permission anymore—not as King’s Champion. But Chaol stiffened nonetheless.
She chuckled under her breath. “You try going to the foothills of the Ararat Mountains in the dead of winter and see if you make it anywhere on time. I almost lost my fingers and toes to the cold.” She wriggled the former in his face. “You don’t even want to know how I managed to keep warm.”
Nothing. Not even a hint of a smile.

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