A lovely girl gazing at the stars, and the stars who gazed back.
It was a voice she had heard before, deep and raspy. It made her bones crack and splinter, made her feel the astonishing cold of a winter long since passed.
As my friend, you should either bring me along, or keep me company." "Friend?" he asked. She blushed. "Well, 'scowling escort' is a better description. Or 'reluctant acquaintance', if you prefer.
To four years until freedom," she said lifting her glass. He raised his in salute. "To you, Celaena." Their eyes met, and Chaol didn't hide his smile as she grinned at him. Perhaps four years with her might not be enough.
Sometimes, the wicked will tell us things just to confuse us–to haunt our thoughts long after we've faced them.
There was good in people - deep down, there was always a shred of good.
Her hand rose to her lips and she stared up at the stars, feeling her heart grow, and grow, and grow.
His words were coated with glorious boredom
I want a husband to warm my bed, and my bed alone.
Libraries were full of ideas–perhaps the most dangerous and powerful of all weapons.
You could be great. You could rattle the stars. You could do anything if only you dared.
I was merely observing; I have no agenda." He looked at his hand, still touching hers. "Where did you get that ring?" She contracted her hand into a fist as she pulled it away from him. The amethyst in her ring glowed in the firelight. "It was a gift...
What's the point in having a mind if you don't use it to make judgements?
I'm not married," he said softly, "because I can't stomach the idea of marrying a woman inferior to me in mind and spirit. It would mean the death of my soul.
Marriage is a legal contract -- it's not a sacred thing.
I like music,' she said slowly, 'because when I hear it, I...I lose myself within myself if that makes any sense. I become empty and full all at once.
I like music," she said slowly, "because when I hear it, I . . . I lose myself within myself, if that makes any sense. I become empty and full all at once, and I can feel the whole earth roiling around me. When I play. I'm not . . . for once, I'm not...
No. I can survive well enough on my own— if given the proper reading material.
