I'm not sure if I want it to go back to the way it was before, she admitted. And I think... I think that's what scares me the most.
Talk. Talk about what had been haunting her these months. Haunting every thought, every dream, every breath. Talk.
Celaena had a sudden moment of clarity then, as her hair ripped from her braid and the wind tore at her clothes. Of all the girls in all the world, here she was on a spit of beach in the Red Desert, a...