Sarah J. Maas

Throne of Glass

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  • Gabriela Sousahas quoted6 years ago
    After all, you aren’t Adarlan’s Assassin for nothing.
  • emilyjokisner01has quoted7 years ago
    “My name is Celaena Sardothien,” she whispered. “But it makes no difference if my name’s Celaena or Lillian or Bitch, because I’d still beat you, no matter what you call me.”
  • Maria Ignashiahas quoted6 years ago
    He didn’t know why, but seeing her made him feel like a man.
  • Jazzyhas quoted6 years ago
    I am Celaena Sardothien, Adarlan’s Assassin. If these men knew who I was, they’d stop laughing. I am Celaena Sardothien. I am going to win. I will not be afraid.
  • emilyjokisner01has quoted7 years ago
    When she awoke every morning, she repeated the same words: I will not be afraid. For a year, those words had meant the difference between breaking and bending; they had kept her from shattering in the darkness of the mines.
  • b2155815048has quotedyesterday
    Sam. What would he make of all this? If he’d been alive when she was captured, he would have had her out of the royal dungeons before the king even got word of her imprisonment. But Sam, like her, had been betrayed—and sometimes the absence of him hit her so hard that she forgot how to breathe.
  • b2155815048has quotedyesterday
    Things had been such a haze when she’d been captured—in two weeks, she’d lost Sam and her own freedom, and lost something of herself in those blurry days, too.
  • b2155815048has quotedyesterday
    Celaena eyed the pianoforte. She used to play—oh, she’d loved to play, loved music, the way music could break and heal and make everything seem possible and heroic.
  • b2155815048has quotedyesterday
    her raven-black hair was neatly coiled around her head, and her skin glowed golden from the subtle shimmering powders she’d dusted on her face. Though the bindings on her pink-and-yellow gown crushed her ribs, and the pearls and diamonds around her neck strangled her, she kept her chin high, poised.
  • b2155815048has quotedyesterday
    She swallowed. She’d been kissed before, of course. By Sam, and often enough that she was no stranger to it. But it’d been over a year since she’d lost the assassin she’d grown up with. And even though the thought of kissing anyone else had once made her sick, when she saw Dorian . . .
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