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e6020f0
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"He slumped down into the pen, and the puppies immediately leapt on him. "Perhaps I'll see you later tonight." "If you're lucky," Celaena purred, and walked away. She smiled to herself as they strode through the castle. Eventully Nehemia turned to her. "Do you like him?" Celaena made a face. "Of course not. Why would I?" You converse easily. It seems as if you have...a connection." "A connection?" Celaena choked on the word. "I just enjoy teasing him." "It's not a crime if you consider him handsome. I'll admit I judged him wrong; I thought him to be a pompous, selfish idiot, but he's not so bad." "He's a Havilliard." "My mother was the daughter of a chief who sought to overthrow my grandfather." "We're both silly. It's nothing." "He seems to take great interest in you." Celaena's head whipped around, her eyes full of long-forgotten fury that made her belly ache and twist. "I would sooner cut out my own heart than love a Havilliard," she snarled. They completed their walk in silence, and when they parted ways, Celaena quickly wished Nehemia a pleasant evening before striding to her part of the castle." --
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the-reason-why
nehemia-ytger
dorian-havilliard
denial
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Sarah J. Maas |
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fedca69
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"Because I made a . A promise to my friend that I would see her kingdom freed." She shoved her scarred palm into his face. "I made an unbreakable vow. And you and Maeve--all you gods-damned bastards--are getting in the way of that." She went off down the hillside again. He followed. "And what of your own people? What of your own kingdom?" "They are better off without me, just as you said." His tattoo scrunched as he snarled. "So you'd save another land, but not yours. Why can't your friend save her own kingdom?" "Because she is !" She screamed the last word so loudly it burned in her throat. "Because she is dead, and I am left with my life!" He merely stared at her with that animal stillness. When she walked away, he didn't come after her."
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pg164
nehemia-ytger
rowan-whitethorn
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Sarah J. Maas |
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dbba6aa
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"You will keep other people out of it!" she screamed, so loudly that the birds stopped chattering. She thrashed against him, gripping his wrists. "No one else!" "Tell me why, Aelin." That gods-damned name . . . She dug her nails into his wrists. "Because I am of it!" She was gulping down air, each breath shuddering as the horrific realization she'd been holding at bay since Nehemia's death came loose. "I told her I would not help, so she orchestrated her own death. Because she thought . . ." She laughed--a horrible, wild sound. "She thought that her death would spur me into action. She thought I could somehow do more than her--that she was worth more dead. And she lied--about . She lied to me because I was a coward, and I hate her for it. I hate her for leaving me. Rowan still pinned her, his warm blood dripping onto her face. She had said it. Said the words she'd been choking on for weeks and weeks. The rage seeped from her like a wave pulling away from shore, and she let go of his wrists."
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pg293
nehemia-ytger
rowan-whitethorn
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Sarah J. Maas |
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d8b5d37
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Celaena knew where she was before she awoke. And she didn't care. She was living the same story again and again. The night she'd been captured, she'd also snapped, and come to killing the person she most wanted to destroy before someone knocked her out and she awoke in a rotting dungeon. She smiled bitterly as she opened her eyes. It was always the same story, the same loss.
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loss
death
pg240
sam-cortland
nehemia-s-death
nehemia-ytger
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Sarah J. Maas |
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2b8be25
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Nehemia was gone. That vibrant, fierce, loving soul; the princess who had been called the Light of Eyllwe; the woman who had been a beacon of hope--just like that, as if she were no more than a wisp of candlelight, she was gone. When it had mattered most Celaena hadn't been there. Nehemia was gone.
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pg233
nehemia-s-death
nehemia-ytger
sad
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Sarah J. Maas |
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ee0462c
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When Sam had died, she had tucked him into her heart, tucked him alongside her other beloved dead, whose names she kept so secret she sometimes forgot them. But Nehemia--Nehemia wouldn't fit. It was as if her heart was too full of the dead, too full of those lives that had ended well before their time.
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pg325
nehemia-s-death
nehemia-ytger
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Sarah J. Maas |
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b249ebc
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"She didn't want to recall how Nehemia had been used--had used --against her, to force her to act. Wanted to pretend she wasn't starting to forget what Nehemia had looked like. "Shift again," Rowan ordered, jerking his chin at her. "This time, try to--" She was forgetting what Nehemia looked like. The shade of her eyes, the curve of her lips, the smell of her. Her laugh. The roaring in Celaena's head went quiet, silenced by that familiar nothingness. But Celaena didn't know how to stop it. The one person she could have told, who might have understood . . . She was buried in an unadorned grave, so far from the sun-warmed soil that she had loved."
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depression
pg162
nehemia-ytger
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Sarah J. Maas |
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27f6253
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"Nehemia stared at him for a long moment before nodding. "You have power in you, Prince. More power than you realize." She touched his chest, tracing a symbol there, too, and some of the court ladies gasped. But Nehemia's eyes were locked on his. "It sleeps," she whispered, tapping his heart. "In here. When the time comes, when it awakens, do not be afraid." She removed her hand and gave him a sad smile. "When it is time, I will help you. With that, she walked away, the courtiers parting, then swallowing up her wake. He stared after the princess, wondering what her last words had meant. And why, when she had said them, something ancient and slumbering deep inside of him had opened an eye."
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magic
pg137
nehemia-ytger
power
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Sarah J. Maas |
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bc26411
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"One of them has to break," the queen said to the princess. "Only then can it begin." "I know," the princess said softly. "But the prince isn't ready. It has to be her." "Then you understand what I am asking of you?" The princess looked up, toward the shaft of moonlight spilling into the tomb. When she looked back at the ancient queen, her eyes were bright. "Yes." "Then do what needs to be done." The princess nodded and walked out of the tomb. She paused on the threshold, the darkness beyond beckoning to her, and turned back to the queen. "She won't understand. And when she goes over the edge, there will be nothing to pull her back." "She will find her way back. She always does." Tears formed, but the princess blinked them away. "For all our sakes, I hope you're right."
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elena
nehemia-s-death
nehemia-ytger
foreshadowing
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Sarah J. Maas |