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It was like coming home or being born or suddenly finding an entire half of herself that had been missing.
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sardothien
westfall
chaol
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Sarah J. Maas |
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6b8f10a
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"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 she thought it would melt onto the floor. Oh you idiot. "My monthly cycles finally came back!" His face suddenly matched hers and he stepped away, dragging his hand through his short hair. "I-if...Then I'll take my leave," he stammered, and bowed. Celaena raised an eyebrow, and then, despite herself, smiled as he left the room as quick as his feet could go without running, tripping slightly in the doorway as he staggered into the rooms beyond."
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captain-of-the-guard
monthly-cycles
sarah-j-mass
chaol
chaolaena
chaol-westfall
celaena
celaena-sardothien
sweet
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Sarah J. Maas |
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8da5cbc
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"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 opponents where nobody will ever find them."
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strong-heroines
chaol
crown-of-midnight
dorian
celaena
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Sarah J. Maas |
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8db28b2
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"He looked at his friend, perhaps for the last time, and said what he had always known, from the moment they'd met, when he'd understood that the prince was his brother in soul. "I love you."
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friends
friendship
love
chaol
dorian
chaol-westfall
throne-of-glass
dorian-havilliard
heir-of-fire
sarah-j-maas
friendship-and-love
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Sarah J. Maas |
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6c77f8c
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"...are you as deft at handling your sword as Captain Westfall?" "Better," he whispered in her ear."
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chaol
dorian
chaol-westfall
celaena-sardothien
innuendo
sword
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Sarah J. Maas |
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65ca7d6
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"Celaena threw her weight into the dagger she held aloft, and gained an inch. His arms strained. She was going to kill him. She truly going to kill him. He made himself look into her eyes, look at the face so twisted with rage that he couldn't find her. "Celaena," he said, squeezing her wrists so hard that he hoped the pain registered somewhere- wherever she had gone. But she still wouldn't lossen her grip on the blade. "Celaena, I'm your friend." She stared at him, panting through gritted teeth, her breath coming quicker and quicker before she roared, the sound filling the room, his blood, his world: "You will be my friend. You will always be my ." She bellowed the last word with such soul-deep hated that he felt it like a punch to the gut. She surged again, and he lost his grip on the wrist that held the dagger. The blade plunged down."
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chaol
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Sarah J. Maas |
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01e2e2c
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... He'd been about to turn away when she lifted her face to the moon and sang. It was not in any language that he knew. Not in the common tongue, or in Eyllwe, or in the languages of Fenharrow or Melisande, or anywhere else on the continent This language was ancient, each word full of power and rage and agony. She did not have a beautiful voice. And many of the words sounded like half sobs, the vowels stretched by the pangs of sorrow, the consonants hardened by anger. She beat her breast in time, so full of savage grace, so at odds with the black gown and veil she wore. The hair on the back of his neck stood as the lament poured from her mouth, unearthly and foreign, a song of grief so old that it predated the stone castle itself. And the the song finished, its end as butal and sudden as Nehemia's death had been. She stood there a few moments, silent and unmoving.
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chaol
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Sarah J. Maas |
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2eb9e77
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"Chaol," he said, looking over his shoulder. Dorian's eyes were frozen, his jaw clenched. "Treat her well."
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fantasy
love
ya-fiction
chaol
crown-of-midnight
dorian
throne-of-glass
celaena-sardothien
price
princess
ya
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Sarah J. Maas |
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b6d1b0e
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"And then that voice from behind her said her name again. "Celaena." They had done this. Her bloody fingers slid down Dorian's face, to his neck. He just stared at her, suddenly still. "Celaena," a familiar voice said. A warning. They had did this. They had betrayed her. Betrayed Nehemia. They had taken her away. Her nail brushed Dorian's exposed throat. " " the voice said. Celaena slowly turned. Chaol stared at her, a hand on his sword. The sword she'd brought to the warehouse- the sword she'd left there. Archer had told her that Chaol had known they were going to do this. She shattered completely, and launched herself at him."
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chaol
nehemia-s-death
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Sarah J. Maas |
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850f0ff
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"Dorian could only stare at her. This was different from the feral creature she'd become the night Nehemia had died. What she was right now, the edge on which she was balancing... Wyrd help them all. But than Chaol was at her chair, grasping her elbow. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" Celaena looked up at him and smiled sweetly. "Your job, apparently." She shook off his grip with a thrash, then got up from her seat, stalking around the table."
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chaol
dorian
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Sarah J. Maas |
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a5e3b7a
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"And she was snarling, snarling like some kind of animal as she snapped for his neck. He reared back, throwing her against the marble floor again. " " But the Celaena he knew was gone. The girl he'd imagined as his wife, the girl he'd shared a bed with for the past week, was utterly gone. Her clothes and hands were caked with the blood of the men in the warehouse."
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chaol
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Sarah J. Maas |
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9ed9e99
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I knew another women who lost as much as you. And do you know what she did with it-the loss?' He could barely stop the words from pouring out, could barely think over the roaring in this head. 'She hunted down the people responsible for it and obliterated them.
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chaol
throne-of-glass-series
chaol-westfall
aelin-galathynius
tower-of-dawn
throne-of-glass
aelin-ashryver-galathynius
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Sarah J. Maas |
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c03da5b
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"After a moment, his father looked up from the list and surveyed her. "Well done, Champion. Well done indeed." Then Celaena and the King of Adarlan smiled at each other, and it was the most terrifying thing Dorian had ever seen. "Tell my exchequer to give you double last month's payment," the king said. Dorian felt his gorge rise- not just for the severed head and her blood- stiffened clothing, but also for the fact that he could not, for the life of him, find the girl had loved anywhere in her face. And from Chaol's expression, he knew his friend felt the same. Celaena bowed dramatically to the king, flourishing a hand before her. Then, with a smile devoid of any warmth, she stared down Chaol before stalking from the room, her dark cape sweeping behind her. Silence."
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chaol
dorian
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Sarah J. Maas |
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02169f5
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Your prince has moved on, my queen has moved on. But you have not. And it will cost you
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chaol
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Sarah J. Maas |