The Assassin's Blade

Because I’d pick you.”
And then she kissed him.

“My name is Celaena Sardothien, and I will not be afraid.”

second-in-command. Celaena knew ve

Slowly, Celaena turned north, toward the source of the breeze, which smelled of a faraway land she hadn’t seen in eight years. Pine and snow—a city still in winter’s grasp.

Gods above, even with the mask obscuring half of his features, he was handsome.

This girl wasn’t like wildfire—she was wildfire. Deadly and uncontrollable. And slightly out of her wits.

that an assassin’s jewel would pay for a healer’s education.

So maybe it was the gods at work. Maybe it was some force beyond them, beyond mortal comprehension. Or maybe it was just for what and who Celaena would never be.

She wouldn’t leave him like this, in this cold, dark room.

My name is Sam Cortland … and I will not be afraid. I’ve been doing it for years.”

spine.
“My name is Celaena Sardothien,” she whispered, “and I will not be afraid.”