121 Quotes About Celaena-sardothien

Why," he asked. "Why did you save her?"She dragged a hand through her hair. [...]"Because that golden-haired witch, Asterin ...," Aelin said. "She screamed Manon's name the way I screamed yours.

She opened her eyes and found him watching her, his face a mixture of pride and wonder and such open affection that she could see that far-off land where they'd find a home, see that future that awaited them, and that glimmer of hope promised happiness she'd never considered or dared yearn for.

We are the masters of our own fates - we decide how we go forward.

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.

Celaena had a sudden moment of clarity then, as her hair ripped from her braid and the wind tore at her clothes. Of all the girls in all the world, here she was on a spit of beach in the Red Desert, astride an Asterion horse, racing faster than the wind. Most would never experience this—she would never experience anything like this again. And for that one heartbeat, when there was nothing more to it than that, she tasted bliss so complete that she tipped her head back to the sky and laughed.

But if the two hundred slaves that I freed are telling the story, then no, I suppose I didn't deserve it."None of them were smiling anymore. "Holy gods," Ansel whispered. True silence fell over their table for a few heartbeats.Celaena resumed eating. She didn't feel like talking to them after that.

Then she ripped everything from that well inside her, ripped it out with both hands and her entire raging, hopeless heart. As she fell, hair whipping her face, Celaena thrust her hands toward the skinwalkers."Surprise," she hissed. The world erupted in blue wildfire.

I've never seen anyone move like she did,” Chaol breathed. “I've never seen anyone run that fast. Dorian, it was like...” Chaol shook his head. “I found a horse within seconds of her taking off, and she still outran me. Who can do that?”Dorian might have dismissed it as a warped sense of time due to fear and grief, but he'd had magic coursing through his veins only moments ago.

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.