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This girl wasn't like wildfire--she was wildfire. Deadly and uncontrollable. And slightly out of her wits.
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I will cherish it always. No matter what may befall the world. No matter the oceans, or mountains, or forests in the way.
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Using the chair is not a punishment. It is not a prison,' he said softly. 'It never was. And I am as much of a man in that chair, or with that cane, as I am standing on my feet.' He brushed away the tear that slipped down her cheek. 'I wanted to heal you,' she breathed. 'You did,' he said, smiling. 'Yrene, in every way that truly matters . . . You did.' Chaol wiped away the other tears that fell, brushing a kiss to her hot cheek.
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The world was waiting--wide open and hers for the taking.
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the world was too big, too full of splintered dreams.
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"Get. Up." Her mouth tightened. "You want to die in this war so badly, then get up."
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Centre yourself. Fear will get you killed as easily as a weapon.
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But Celaena had stood in front of the that wooden door to the bedroom, listening to Yrene wash her clothes in the nearby kitchen. She found herself unable to turn away, unable to stop thinking about the would-be healer with the brown-gold hair and caramel eyes, of what Yrene had lost and how helpless she'd become. There were so many of them now--the children who had lost everything to Adarlan. Children who had now grown into assassins and barmaids, without a true place to call home, their native kingdoms left to ruin and ash. Magic had been gone all these years. And the gods were dead, or simply didn't care anymore. Yet there, deep in her gut, was a small but insistent . A tug on a strand of some invisible web. So Celaena decided to tug back, just to see how far and wide the reverberations would go.
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She couldn't bring herself to care, because those moment she spent brawling were the few moments she felt like herself again.
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Gods or fate or just pure coincidence and kindness, it was a gift. This was a gift. The world was wide-open--wide-open and hers for the taking, if she dared. She could go to Antica, attend the Torre Cesme, go anywhere she wished. If she dared. Yrene smiled. An hour later, no one stopped Yrene Towers as she walked out of the White Pig and never looked back.
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"Their bodies were lithe and young, the peak of youth and virility. Hips rolled, backs arched, hands twined in the air above them as they began to weave around one another in circles and lines. "I told you," was all Yrene muttered to him. "I think Dorian would enjoy this," he muttered back."
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The gods had vanished, her mother had once claimed. But had they? Had it been some god who had visited tonight, clothed in the skin of a battered young woman? Or had it merely been their distant whispers that prompted the stranger to walk down that alley? She would never know, she supposed. And maybe that was the whole point.
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For wherever you need to go - and then some. The world needs more healers
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As she walked through the foggy streets toward the ramshackle docks, Celaena had prayed Yrene Towers wasn't foolish enough to tell anyone--especially the innkeeper--about the money. Prayed Yrene Towers seized her life with both hands and set out for the pale-stoned city of Antica. Prayed that somehow, years from now, Yrene Towers would return to this continent, and maybe, just maybe, heal their shattered world a little bit.
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