He wanted to bury her in Velaris. Somewhere full of light and warmth, full of kind people. Far away from these mountains.

Alone in my bedroom, I realized I couldn't remember the last time I'd truly laughed.

Love can be a poison.

He'd known, since the moment he figured out who she was, that while Celaena would always pick him, Aelin would not.

Maybe I'd always been broken and dark inside.

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.

She wouldn't leave him like this, in this cold, dark room. She yanked out of Arobynn's grasp. Wordlessly, she unfastened her cloak and spread it over Sam, covering the damage that had been so carefully inflicted. She climbed onto the wooden table and lay beside him, stretching an arm across his middle, holding him close.

He let her die. You would have gone to the ends of the earth to save your High Lord."My chest hollowed out again, but I merely said, "Yes I would have," and slipped inside to get ready.

We are the thirteen. From now until darkness claims us.