My name is Celaena Sardothien,” she whispered, “and I will not be afraid.
Apparently, a woman can only go so long without a sword between her hands.
He was done with politics and intrigue. He loved her, and no empire, no king, and no earthly fear would keep him from her. No, if they tried to take her from him, he’d rip the world apart with his bare hands. And for some reason, that didn’t terrify him.
Second place is a nice title for the first loser.
In every way that counted, I failed him.
He wouldn’t let his servants change the sheets on his bed because they still smelled like her, because he went to sleep dreaming that she was still lying beside him.
In the silence of her bedroom, she swore an oath to the moonlight that if Sam were hurt, no force in the world would hold her back from slaughtering everyone responsible.
I can’t tell if I should be ashamed of wanting to hold you on this day, or grateful that, despite what happened before now, it somehow brought me to you.
And from today onward, I want to never be separated from you. Wherever you go, I go. Even if that means going to he’ll itself, wherever you are, that’s where I want to be. Forever.
He’d known, since the moment he figured out who she was, that while Celaena would always pick him, Aelin would not.
You didn’t need a weapon at all when you were born one.
She didn’t want to go out into a world where he didn’t exist. So she watched the light shift and change, and let the world pass by without her.
Their hands clasped between them, he whispered into her ear ‘I claim you, too, Aelin Galathynius’.
Now that Sam was dead, there wasn’t anything left outside of the dungeons worth fighting for, anyway. Not when Adarlan’s Assassin was crumbling apart, and her world with her.
All she knew was that whatever and whoever climbed out of that abyss of despair and grief would not be the same person who had plummeted in.
He’d devoured the goat in two bites, then gone back to enjoying the wildflowers.
Roland studied her a bit more, a tad too intently. “Perhaps you and I shall get to work with each other a bit, Lillian. Your position intrigues me.” She wouldn’t mind working with him – but not in the way Roland meant. Her way would include a dagger, a shovel, and an unmarked grave.
She had often wished for adventure, for old spells and wicked kings.
To escape death, she’d become death.
Let them tremble in fear at what they had awoken.