Roland gave her a courtier’s smile. And what sort of work do you do for my uncle?Dorian shifted on his feet and Chaol went very still, but Celaena returned Roland’s smile and said, I bury the king’s o...
I'm not ill like that, she groaned. He sat on her bed, peeling back the blanket. A servant entered, frowning at the mess on the floor, and shouted for help.Then it what way?I,uh... Her face was so hot...
If they wanted Adarlan's Assassin, they'd get her. And Wyrd help them when she arrived.
The girl was alluring. Like wildfire, or a summer storm swept off the Gulf of Oro.
You brought chocolate—as far as I’m concerned, you’re my new favorite person.