Get. Up. Her mouth tightened. You want to die in this war so badly, then get up.
The world was waiting--wide open and hers for the taking.
She couldn't bring herself to care, because those moment she spent brawling were the few moments she felt like herself again.
The world was too big, too full of splintered dreams.
For wherever you need to go - and then some.The world needs more healers
I will cherish it always.No matter what may befall the world.No matter the oceans, or mountains, or forests in the way.
But Celaena had stood in front of the that wooden door to the bedroom, listening to Yrene wash her clothes in the nearby kitchen. She found herself unable to turn away, unable to stop thinking about t...
Centre yourself. Fear will get you killed as easily as a weapon.
The gods had vanished, her mother had once claimed. But had they? Had it been some god who had visited tonight, clothed in the skin of a battered young woman? Or had it merely been their distant whisp...
As she walked through the foggy streets toward the ramshackle docks, Celaena had prayed Yrene Towers wasn't foolish enough to tell anyone—especially the innkeeper—about the money. Prayed Yrene Towers...
Gods or fate or just pure coincidence and kindness, it was a gift. This was a gift. The world was wide-open—wide-open and hers for the taking, if she dared. She could go to Antica, attend the Torre Ce...