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You will find, Rolfe, that one does not deal with Celaena Sardothien. One survives her
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empire-of-storms
dorian
celaena-sardothien
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Sarah J. Maas |
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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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"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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Aelin was insane, Dorian realized. Brilliant and wicked, but insane.
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dorian
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Sarah J. Maas |
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"You always wear that necklace," he said. "Is it another gift?" Though she wore gloves, he glanced at her hand - where the amethyst ring always sat - and the spark died from his eyes. "No." She covered the amulet with her hand. "I found it in my jewellery box and liked the look of it, you insufferably territorial man."
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dorian
throne-of-glass
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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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"I'm impressed you got up here so quickly - and without a pack of court ladies hounding after you. Perhaps you should try your hand at being an assassin." He shook the hair out of his face. "I'm not interested in court ladies," he said thickly, and kissed her."
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crown-of-midnight
dorian
throne-of-glass
dorian-havilliard
sarah-j-maas
celaena-sardothien
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Sarah J. Maas |
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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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"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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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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4a4b74f
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... the doors to his father's council room were thrown open and Celaena prowled in, her dark cape billowing behind her. All twenty men at the table fell silent, including his father, whose eyes went straight to the thing dangling from Celaena's hand. Chaol was already striding across the room from his post by the door. But he, too, stopped when he beheld the object she carried. A head. The man's face was still set in a scream, and there was something vaguely familiar about the grotesque feature and mousy brown hair that she gripped. It was hard to be certain as it swung from her gloved fingers.
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choal
dorian
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Sarah J. Maas |
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09475f6
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"Very well." "Say it." "Say what?" "Say my name. Say, 'Very well, Dorian.'" She rolled her eyes. "If it pleases Your Magnanimous Holiness, I shall call you by your first name."
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friends
dorian
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Sarah J. Maas |
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d136c1f
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"He opened his mouth, but stopped as he beheld her smile. Though she had no regrets about her choice, she felt something strangely like disappointment when he said, "As you wish."
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freedom
friends
dorian
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Sarah J. Maas |
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b9d1fec
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"No." Chaol thought he had not heard it, the word that cleaved through the air just before the guard's sword did. One blow from that mighty sword. That was all it took to sever Sorscha's head. The scream that erupted out of Dorian was the worst sound that Chaol had ever heard. Worse even than the wet, heavy thud of her head hitting the red marble. Aedion began roaring--roaring and cursing at the king, thrashing against his chains, but the guards hauled him away, and Chaol was too stunned to do anything other than watch the rest of Sorscha's body topple to the ground. And then Dorian, still screaming, was scrambling through the blood toward it--toward her head, as if he could put it back. As if he could piece her together."
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dorian
sorscha
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Sarah J. Maas |