I want to know how to fight my way out. I don’t want to wait on anyone to rescue me.
Stars glimmered and burned out in those beautiful eyes.
She came through the fog, no more than a sliver of darkness. She didn’t run – she just walked with that insufferable swagger. Grave surveyed the buildings surrounding them. The stone was too slippery, and there were no windows.
And yet, that darkness, that violence and stark, honest way of looking at the world... There would be no secrets with her. No lies.
Well, she’d never had a female friend – never really had any friends – and somehow, the thought of returning to Rifthold without Ansel was a tad unbearable.
There she was, that queen looking out at him, a hint of the ruler she was becoming. And it knocked the breath out of him, because it made him feel so strangely young – when she now seemed so old.
And why, when she had said them, something ancient and slumbering deep inside of him had opened an eye.
I realized the night before. That I had one of my own. My hatred, my anger and fear and pain.” She brushed away a stray curl. “They were all parasites, feeding on me these years. Sustaining me, but also feeding on me.
If I had not met a shadowsinger, I would not have known that it is the family you make, not the one you are born itno, that matters. I would not have known what it is to truly hope, even when the world tells you to despair.
One day- one day there will be answers for everything,” he said, releasing my hand and stepping away. “But not until the time is right. Until it’s safe.
To do right by his city, do right by those he cared about...
Gold gleamed in Celaena’s palm. “Name your price.” The woman studied her from head to toe, sniffing once. “Nameless is my price,” Yellowlegs said.
He shook the hair out of his face. “I’m not interested in court ladies,” he said thickly, and kissed her. His mouth was warm, and his lips were smooth, and Celaena lost all sense of time and place as she slowly kissed him back. He pulled away for a moment, looked into her eyes as they opened, and kissed her again. It was different this time – deeper, full of need.
Control the chaos.
Then the Fae learned that the Valg had done something unforgivable. They had taken a piece of a Wyrdgate with their dark magic, and split it into three slivers – three keys. One key for each of their kings. Using all three at once, the Valg Kings were able to open that Wyrdgate at will, to manipulate its power to strengthen their forces, to allow an endless line of soldiers to pour into the world. The Fae knew that they must stop it.
Perhaps she’d died at the hands of the Valg princes. Or maybe he’d been a fool all this time, a fool to look at the lives she’d taken and blood she’d so irreverently spilled, and not be disgusted.
Celaena Sardothien, arrogant and brave and skilled, Celaena who did not know fear or despair, Celaena who was a weapon hones by Death.
Earlier, she’d been about to walk away – about to leave – when Yellowlegs’s mention of Dorian had stopped her cold. Now she had no choice about what she had to do. What she would do to protect Dorian. It was what she’d realized last night: she did have someone left – one friend. And there was nothing she wouldn’t do to keep him safe.
You are the keeper of your own fate.
There is a better world, Nesta. There is a better world out there, waiting for you to find it.