You step one foot out of line, and I’ll finish what we started that day in the forest, life debt or no. This time I don’t need steel to do it.” As she spoke, gold flames seemed to flicker in her eyes. And Manon realized with no small thrill, even with her pain, that the queen could indeed end her before she’d get close enough to kill.
I should jump from the horse and run,” she said, waving at a young man, who gaped at what he thought was a court lady’s attention. “I’d vanish in an instant.” “Yes,” he said, “you’d vanish with three arrows buried in your spine.” “Such pleasant talk.
Mort chuckled when she staggered through the tomb door. “Witch Slayer, are you? Another lovely title to add to your repertoire.
After that, she’d sworn never to trust girls again, especially girls with agendas and power of their own. Girls who would do anything to get what they wanted.
There once was a lady most beautiful Spirited, if a little unusual Her friends were few But how the men did queue But to all she gave a refusal.
Of course she was worthy. She was Celaena Sardothien, gods be damned.
You think freeing two hundred slaves will solve anything?” Rolfe kicked a fallen bottle of liquor at her. She knocked it aside with the flat of her sword, her right arm screaming in pain. Glass shattered behind her. “There are thousands of slaves out there. Are you going to march into Calaculla and Endovier and free them, too?
There is a better world out there, waiting for you to find it.
Manon raised her brows at her Second. “You’ve been practicing, it seems,” she called. Asterin grinned. “I didn’t claw my way to Second by sitting on my ass.” Then.
Beauty didn’t mean anything in the forest.
He felt as if there were something missing inside him that didn’t fit in with their merriment, with their willing ignorance of the world outside the castle. It went beyond his title. He had enjoyed their company early in his adolescence, but it had become apparent that he’d always be a step away. The worst of it was that they didn’t seem to notice he was different- or that he felt different. Were it not for Chaol, he would have felt immensely lonely.
You’re a real bastard, you know that?” Rhys huffed a laugh. “I’ve been called worse. In fact, I think you’ve called me worse.
During the carriage ride here, Archer had promised that Arobynn Hamel wasn’t attending, and neither was Lysandra – a courtesan with whom Celaena had a long, violent history, and someone she was fairly certain she’d kill if she ever saw again.
Hunt was so bored he honestly thought his brain was going to bleed out his ears.
With the Cauldron, you could do other things than raise the dead. You could destroy the wall.
Celaena didn’t know when she began crying. Somehow she skipped a breath, and it set her lips wobbling. She shouldn’t cry, not here, not with these people around her. But then a warm, calloused hand grasped hers beneath the table, and she turned her head to find Chaol looking at her. He smiled slightly – and she knew he understood. So Celaena looked at her Captain of the Guard and smiled back.
Just enough to knock you out until my guards arrive – and bring you to a more private location.” Where she’d be tortured, he didn’t need to add. Bastard. How much had she been exposed to? The cut was shallow and short. But she knew the gloriella was already racing through her, just as it had on the days after she’d lain beside Sam’s broken corpse, smelling the musky smoke still clinging to him. She had to go. Now.
He returned with Dorian in tow, the king glancing between them all. “I wanted to see if you’d eaten – ” Aelin pointed with her fork to the empty seat beside Lysandra. “Join us.” “I don’t want to impose.” “Sit your ass down,” she told the new King of Adarlan. That morning he’d signed a decree freeing all the conquered kingdoms from Adarlan’s rule. She’d watched him do it, Aedion holding her hand tightly throughout, and wished that Nehemia had been there to see it.
With the fake cheese and fake sour cream and fake meat? Mmm. Delicious.
They flew in formation: Manon at the head, Asterin and Vesta flanking behind, then three rows of three: Imogen framed by the green-eyed demons, Ghislaine flanked by Kaya and Thea, the two Shadows and Lin, then Sorrel solo in the back. A battering ram, balanced and flawless, capable of punching through enemy lines.