Kaltain, her uncle rumbled, a demand and a threat and a promise. The silent young woman—the one who never spoke, who never looked at anything, who had such marks on her. Elide had seen her only a few...
If they let you out, Kaltain said, both of them staring into the blackness of their prisons, make sure that they're punished someday. Every last one of them.Celaena listened to her own breathing, felt...
In that cocoon of darkness, she bided her time, letting him think her gone, letting them do what they wanted to the mortal shell around her. It was in that cocoon where the shadowfire began to flicker...
Kaltain Rompier unleashed her shadowfire upon them all.This was not the ghost of shadowfire they had made her kill with—the reason why they had first approached her, lied to her when they invited her...
If she herself could change so much in two years, perhaps so could Lysandra.And for a moment, she wondered how another young woman's life would have been different if she had stopped to talk to her—re...
Kaltain Rompier had just turned the tide of this war.Dorian had never been more ashamed of himself.He should have been better. Should have better. They all should have.