We each survive in our own way.

Sometimes, the wicked will tell us things just to confuse us–to haunt our thoughts long after we’ve faced them.

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.

Chaol,” he said, looking over his shoulder. Dorian’s eyes were frozen, his jaw clenched. “Treat her well.

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...

Libraries were full of ideas–perhaps the most dangerous and powerful of all weapons.

I want a husband to warm my bed, and my bed alone.