Sarah J.Maas

The Assassin's Blade

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    trepidationz6has quoted3 years ago
    second-in-command. Celaena knew ve
    Annette Rosehas quotedlast month
    It hadn’t been the mere impossibility of a relationship with Ilias that had made her pull away.

    No; it was the memory of Sam’s face that had stopped her from kissing him.
    ElenaM45has quoted2 months ago
    She’d caught the dagger, of course, and ever since, Gregori had borne the scar on his cheek from her return throw.
    besgillelejehas quoted5 months ago
    Whenever I’m scared out of my wits, I tell myself: My name is Sam Cortland … and I will not be afraid. I’ve been doing it for years.”
    besgillelejehas quoted5 months ago
    “If you can learn to endure pain, you can survive anything. Some people learn to embrace it—to love it.
    besgillelejehas quoted5 months ago
    Live a little, Sardothien! Ansel had said that day they stole the horses. Why not live a little tonight, too?
    Maya Jørgensenhas quoted7 months ago
    She breathed it in, staring across the leagues of lonely, black ocean, seeing, somehow, that distant city that had once, long ago, been her home. The wind ripped the strands of hair from her braid, lashing them across her face. Orynth. A city of light and music,
    Maya Jørgensenhas quoted7 months ago
    We try to keep the children with their mothers,” he said quietly.
    taekkerhas quoted7 months ago
    And there—standing in a copse of thorns—was a white stag.
    Celaena’s breath hitched.
    She clenched the bars of the small window as the creature looked at them. His towering antlers seemed to glow in the moonlight, crowning him in wreaths of ivory.
    “Gods above,” one of the guards whispered.
    The stag’s enormous head turned slightly—toward the wagon, toward the small window.
    The Lord of the North.
    So the people of Terrasen will always know how to find their way home, she’d once told Ansel as they lay under a blanket of stars and traced the constellation of the Stag. So they can look up at the sky, no matter where they are, and know Terrasen is forever with them.
    Tendrils of hot air puffed from the stag’s snout, curling in the chill night.
    Celaena bowed her head, though she kept her gaze upon him.
    So the people of Terrasen will always know how to find their way home …
    A crack in the silence—spreading wider and wider as the stag’s fathomless eyes stayed steady on her.
    A glimmer of a world long since destroyed—a kingdom in ruins. The stag shouldn’t be here—not so deep into Adarlan or so far from home. How had he survived the hunters who had been set loose nine years ago, when the king had ordered all the sacred white stags of Terrasen butchered?
    And yet he was here, glowing like a beacon in the moonlight.
    He was here.
    And so was she.
    She felt the warmth of the tears before she realized she was crying.
    Then the unmistakable groan of bowstrings being pulled back.
    The stag, her Lord of the North, her beacon, didn’t move.
    “Run!” The hoarse scream erupted out of her. It shattered the silence.
    The stag remained staring at her.
    She banged on the side of the wagon. “Run, damn you!”
    The stag turned and sprinted, a bolt of white light weaving through the trees.
    The twang of bowstrings, the hiss of arrows—all missing their mark.
    taekkerhas quoted7 months ago
    In the silence of her bedroom, she swore an oath to the moonlight that if Sam were hurt, no force in the world would hold her back from slaughtering everyone responsible.
    taekkerhas quoted7 months ago
    “What more can I say?” he exploded, his whisper rough and harsh. “I’ve already told you everything—I’ve already told you that if I stay here, if I have to live with Arobynn, I’ll snap his damned neck.”
    “But why? Why can’t you let it go?”
    He grabbed her shoulders and shook her. “Because I love you!”
    Her mouth fell open.
    “I love you,” he repeated, shaking her again. “I have for years. And he hurt you and made me watch because he’s always known how I felt, too. But if I asked you to pick, you’d choose Arobynn, and I. Can’t. Take. It.”
    The only sounds were their breathing, an uneven beat against the rushing of the sewer river.
    “You’re a damned idiot,” she breathed. “You’re a moron and an ass and a damned idiot.” He looked like she had hit him. But she went on, and grasped both sides of his face, “Because I’d pick you.”
    And then she kissed him.
    taekkerhas quoted7 months ago
    “So,” Mikhail said, shattering her thoughts as he pointed a fork at her, “when your master beat the living daylights out of you, did you actually deserve it?”
    Ansel shot him a dark look, and Celaena straightened. Even Ilias was now listening, his lovely eyes fixed on her face. But Celaena stared right at Mikhail. “I suppose it depends on who is telling the story.”
    Ansel chuckled.
    “If Arobynn Hamel is telling the story, then yes, I suppose I did deserve it. I cost him a good deal of money—a kingdom’s worth of riches, probably. I was disobedient and disrespectful, and completely remorseless about what I did.”
    She didn’t break her stare, and Mikhail’s smile faltered.
    “But if the two hundred slaves that I freed are telling the story, then no, I suppose I didn’t deserve it.”
    None of them were smiling anymore. “Holy gods,” Ansel whispered. True silence fell over their table for a few heartbeats.
    Celaena resumed eating. She didn’t feel like talking to them after that.
    Jose Alfredo Corona Ruizhas quoted9 months ago
    Whenever I’m scared out of my wits, I tell myself: My name is Sam Cortland … and I will not be afraid
    Jose Alfredo Corona Ruizhas quoted9 months ago
    My name is Wind,” she whispered. “And Rain. And Bone and Dust. My name is a snippet of a half-remembered song
    gaytangomezpaulahas quoted10 months ago
    “My name is Celaena Sardothien,” she whispered, “and I will not be afraid.”
    The wagon cleared the wall and stopped.
    Celaena raised her head.
    The wagon door was unlocked and thrown open, flooding the space with gray light. Guards reached for her, mere shadows against the brightness. She let them grab her, let them pull her from the wagon.
    I will not be afraid.
    Celaena Sardothien lifted her chin and walked into the Salt Mines of Endovier.
    gaytangomezpaulahas quoted10 months ago
    Tell me your deepest secret,” she said softly.
    Sam’s eyes narrowed, but he pushed off the threshold and took a seat on the edge of the bed. He ran a hand through his hair, setting the ends sticking up at odd angles.
    After a long moment, he spoke. “The only secret I’ve borne my entire life is that I love you.” He gave her a slight smile. “It was the one thing I believed I’d go to the grave without voicing.” His eyes were so full of light that it almost stopped her heart.
    She found herself walking toward him, then placing one hand along his cheek and threading the other through his hair. He turned his head to kiss her palm, as if the phantom blood that coated her hands didn’t bother him. His eyes found hers again. “What’s yours, then?”
    The room felt too small, the air too thick. She closed her eyes. It took her a minute, and more nerve than she realized, but the answer finally came. It had always been there—whispering to her in her sleep, behind every breath, a dark weight that she couldn’t ever escape.
    “Deep down,” she said, “I’m a coward.”
    His brows rose.
    “I’m a coward,” she repeated. “And I’m scared. I’m scared all the time. Always.”
    He removed her hand from his cheek to kiss the tips of her fingers. “I get scared, too,” he murmured onto her skin. “You want to hear something ridiculous? Whenever I’m scared out of my wits, I tell myself: My name is Sam Cortland … and I will not be afraid. I’ve been doing it for years.”
    It was her turn to raise her brows. “And that actually works?”
    He laughed onto her fingers. “Sometimes it does, sometimes it doesn’t. But it usually makes me feel better to some degree. Or it just makes me laugh at myself a bit.”
    It wasn’t the sort of fear she’d been talking about, but …
    “I like that,” she said.
    He laced his fingers with hers and pulled her onto his lap. “I like you,” he murmured, and Celaena let him kiss her until she’d again forgotten the dark burden that would always haunt her
    gaytangomezpaulahas quoted10 months ago
    “Not tonight,” she whispered, her cheeks flaring with heat. “Not yet.”
    “I’m in no rush,” he said, bending down to graze his nose along her shoulder.
    “It’s just …” Gods above, she should stop talking. She didn’t owe him an explanation, and he didn’t push it with her, but … “If I’m only going to do this once, then I want to enjoy every step.” He understood what she meant by this—this relationship between them, this bond that was forming, so unbreakable and unyielding that it made the entire axis of her world shift toward him. That terrified her more than anything.
    “I can wait,” he said thickly, kissing her collarbone. “We have all the time in the world.”
    Maybe he was right. And spending all the time in the world with Sam …
    That was a treasure worth paying anything for.
    gaytangomezpaulahas quoted10 months ago
    “Because I love you!”
    Her mouth fell open.
    “I love you,” he repeated, shaking her again. “I have for years. And he hurt you and made me watch because he’s always known how I felt, too. But if I asked you to pick, you’d choose Arobynn, and I. Can’t. Take. It.”
    The only sounds were their breathing, an uneven beat against the rushing of the sewer river.
    “You’re a damned idiot,” she breathed. “You’re a moron and an ass and a damned idiot.” He looked like she had hit him. But she went on, and grasped both sides of his face, “Because I’d pick you.”
    And then she kissed him.
    gaytangomezpaulahas quoted10 months ago
    “I lied! And you know I lied, you stupid bastard!”
    He laughed quietly. “You want to know how I spent this summer?” She went still. He ran a hand through his brown hair. “I spent every single day fighting the urge to slit Arobynn’s throat. And he knew I wanted to kill him.”
    I’ll kill you! Sam had screamed at Arobynn.
    “The moment I woke up after he beat me, I realized I had to leave. Because I was going to kill him if I didn’t. But I couldn’t.” He studied her face. “Not until you came back. Not until I knew you were all right—until I saw that you were safe.”
    Breathing became very, very hard.
    “He knew that, too,” Sam went on. “So he decided to exploit it. He didn’t recommend me for missions. Instead, he made me help Lysandra and Clarisse. He made me escort them around the city on picnics and to parties. It became a game between the two of us—how much of his horseshit I could take before I snapped. But we both knew he’d always have the winning hand. He’d always have you. Still, I spent every day this summer hoping you’d come back in one piece. More than that—I hoped you’d come back and take revenge for what he’d done to you.”
    gaytangomezpaulahas quoted10 months ago
    “Well, I care what you think of me. I care enough that I stayed at this disgusting party just for you. And I care enough that I’d attend a thousand more like it so I can spend a few hours with you when you aren’t looking at me like I’m not worth the dirt beneath your shoes.”
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