To escape death, she'd become death.
Everyone sounded the same when they died.
But death was her curse and her gift, and death had been her good friend these long, long years.
In every way that counted, I failed him.
Chaol," he said, looking over his shoulder. Dorian's eyes were frozen, his jaw clenched. "Treat her well.
Hide from fate all you like,” Baba Yellowlegs said as they turned away. “But it shall soon find you!
He wouldn't let his servants change the sheets on his bed because they still smelled like her, because he went to sleep dreaming that she was still lying beside him.
Whatever shred of hope he'd had for a future with her was gone. She still felt something for him, she'd admitted, but she would never trust him. She would always hate him for what he'd done. But he could do this for her. Even if he never saw her agai...
The best lies were always mixed with truth.
Some things you hear with your ears. Others, you hear with your heart.
The Crown Prince of Adarlan stared him down. "And consider where your true loyalties lie." Once, Chaol might have argued. Once, he might have protested that his loyalty to the crown was his greatest asset. But that blind loyalty and obedience had sta...
