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“I name you Elentiya." She kissed the assassin's brow. "I give you this name to use with honour, to use when other names grow too heavy. I name you Elentiya, 'Spirit That Could Not Be Broken.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Throne of Glass

“If you can learn to endure pain, you can survive anything. Some people learn to embrace it- to love it. Some endure it through drowning it in sorrow, or by making themselves forget. Others turn it into anger.”
― Sarah J. Maas, The Assassin's Blade

“Celaena," Chaol said gently. And then she heard the scraping noise as his hand came into view, sliding across the flagstones. His fingertips stopped just at the edge of the white line. "Celaena," he breathed, his voice laced with pain—and hope. This was all she had left—his outstretched hand, and the promise of hope, of something better waiting on the other side of the line.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Throne of Glass

“If they wanted Adarlan's Assassin, they'd get her.

And Wyrd help them when she arrived.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Crown of Midnight

“I'm not ill like that,â€� she groaned. He sat on her bed, peeling back the blanket. A servant entered, frowning at the mess on the floor, and shouted for help.
“Then it what way?�
“I,uh...� Her face was so hot she thought it would melt onto the floor. Oh you idiot. “My monthly cycles finally came back!�
His face suddenly matched hers and he stepped away, dragging his hand through his short hair. “I-if...Then I'll take my leave,â€� he stammered, and bowed. Celaena raised an eyebrow, and then, despite herself, smiled as he left the room as quick as his feet could go without running, tripping slightly in the doorway as he staggered into the rooms beyond.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Throne of Glass

“Roland gave her a courtier’s smile. “And what sort of work do you do for my uncle?
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Dorian shifted on his feet and Chaol went very still, but Celaena returned Roland’s smile and said, “I bury the king’s opponents where nobody will ever find them.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Crown of Midnight

“You always wear that necklace," he said. "Is it another gift?" Though she wore gloves, he glanced at her hand - where the amethyst ring always sat - and the spark died from his eyes.
"No." She covered the amulet with her hand. "I found it in my jewellery box and liked the look of it, you insufferably territorial man.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Throne of Glass

“...are you as deft at handling your sword as Captain Westfall?"
"Better," he whispered in her ear.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Throne of Glass

“The girl wore her scars the way some women wore their finest jewelry.”
― Sarah J. Maas, The Assassin and the Healer

“the world was too big, too full of splintered dreams.”
― Sarah J. Maas, The Assassin's Blade

“And then that voice from behind her said her name again.

"Celaena."

They had done this.

Her bloody fingers slid down Dorian's face, to his neck. He just stared at her, suddenly still.

"Celaena," a familiar voice said. A warning.

They had did this. They had betrayed her. Betrayed Nehemia. They had taken her away. Her nail brushed Dorian's exposed throat.

"Celaena," the voice said.

Celaena slowly turned.

Chaol stared at her, a hand on his sword. The sword she'd brought to the warehouse- the sword she'd left there. Archer had told her that Chaol had known they were going to do this.

He had known.

She shattered completely, and launched herself at him.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Crown of Midnight

“Chaol," he said, looking over his shoulder. Dorian's eyes were frozen, his jaw clenched. "Treat her well.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Crown of Midnight

“Dorian could only stare at her. This was different from the feral creature she'd become the night Nehemia had died. What she was right now, the edge on which she was balancing... Wyrd help them all.

But than Chaol was at her chair, grasping her elbow. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

Celaena looked up at him and smiled sweetly. "Your job, apparently." She shook off his grip with a thrash, then got up from her seat, stalking around the table.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Crown of Midnight

“You're remarkably judgmental.'

'What's the point in having a mind if you don't use it to make judgements?”
― Sarah J. Maas, Crown of Midnight

“The world was waiting--wide open and hers for the taking.”
― Sarah J. Maas, The Assassin's Blade

“The girl was alluring. Like wildfire, or a summer storm swept off the Gulf of Oro.”
― Sarah J. Maas, The Assassin and the Healer

“Very well."
"Say it."
"Say what?"
"Say my name. Say, 'Very well, Dorian.'"
She rolled her eyes. "If it pleases Your Magnanimous Holiness, I shall call you by your first name.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Throne of Glass

“A feral smile, and he grabbed her by the chin--not hard enough to hurt, but to get her to look at him. "First thing," he breathed, "we're not friends. I'm still training you, and that means you're still under my command." the flicker of hurt must have shown, because he leaned closer, his grip tightening on her jaw. "Second--whatever we are, whatever this is? I'm still figuring it out, too. So if I'm going to give you the space you deserve to sort yourself out, then you can damn well give it to me.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Heir of Fire

“She couldn't bring herself to care, because those moment she spent brawling were the few moments she felt like herself again.”
― Sarah J. Maas, The Assassin's Blade

“You brought chocolate—as far as I’m concerned, you’re my new favorite person.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Queen of Shadows

“It is only with the eye that one can see rightly”
― Sarah J. Maas, Crown of Midnight

“Afraid she and I had a summer romance?" That insufferable grin was still there.
"I hope you did. I certainly enjoyed myself this summer."
The smile faded at that. "What do you mean?"
She brushed an invisible fleck of dust off her red gown. "Let's just say that the son of the Mute Master was far more welcoming than the other Silent Assassins.”
― Sarah J. Maas, The Assassin and the Underworld

“He opened his mouth, but stopped as he beheld her smile. Though she had no regrets about her choice, she felt something strangely like disappointment when he said, "As you wish.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Throne of Glass

“Another long silence, then a sigh. "Not in one way," Chaol said. "I bet he would have wanted you to survive--to live. So you didn't fail him, not in that regard”
― Sarah J. Maas, Crown of Midnight

“For whatever it's worth, all of this just proves that she doesn't deserve you. I think you know that, too.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Heir of Fire

“If she picked Roland over you, that makes her the greatest fool who ever lived.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Crown of Midnight

“She leaned forward, letting some of that wicked darkness shine through her eyes.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Crown of Midnight

“I am glad we’re not ordinary, Elentiya.â€� Nehemia was smiling into the darkness of the carriage. “It’d be so boring if we were.â€�

Celaena grinned. “Incredibly boring.�

“And, for what it’s worth, I’d pick you over a thousand ordinary and extraordinary friends. I think even if we just met on the street, even if I just saw you in passing, I’d know what you are.�

Celaena cocked her head to the side. “An assassin?�

Nehemia’s dark eyes were bright as she shook her head. “The sister of my heart.”
― Sarah J. Maas

“If she fell, she’d die of humiliation.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Throne of Glass

“But then a warm, calloused hand grasped hers beneath the table, and she turned her head to find Chaol looking at her. He smiled slightly—and she knew he understood.
So Celaena looked at her Captain of the Guard and smiled back”
― Sarah J. Maas, Crown of Midnight