Libraries were full of ideas–perhaps the most dangerous and powerful of all weapons.
No. I can survive well enough on my own – if given the proper reading material.
The rest of the world quieted into nothing. In that moment, after ten long years, Celaena looked at Chaol and realised she was home.
Sometimes, the wicked will tell us things just to confuse us–to haunt our thoughts long after we’ve faced them.
I wasn’t going to kill him, you buffoon.
Still, the image haunted his dreams throughout the night: a lovely girl gazing at the stars, and the stars who gazed back.
Names are not important. It’s what lies inside of you that matters.
It was like coming home or being born or suddenly finding an entire half of herself that had been missing.
Nor had she missed when they zigzagged between levels, even though the building was a standard grid of hallways and stairwells. As if she’d lose her bearings that easily. She might have been insulted if he wasn’t trying so hard.
After a too-long moment, the crown prince spoke. “I don’t quite comprehend why you’d force someone to bow when the purpose of the gesture is to display allegiance and respect.” His words were coated with glorious boredom.
Then Celaena and the King of Adarlan smiled at each other, and it was the most terrifying thing Dorian had ever seen.
She watched him, her head angled. He sometimes felt that she looked at him the way a cat regards a mouse. He just wondered how long it would take for her to pounce.
We each survive in our own way.
If they wanted Adarlan’s Assassin, they’d get her. And Wyrd help them when she arrived.
The best lies were always mixed with truth.