“She walked until a surprisingly cold breeze swept past her. She halted. Slowly, Celaena turned north, toward the source of the breeze, which smelled of a faraway land she hadn’t seen in eight years. Pine and snow—a city still in… — Sarah J. Maas Copy Share Image
“….. The air smelled of sweet ocean, a special thing. As a little girl she’d identified a half dozen ways the sea could smell, briny or fishy or sandy or green. A few times each summer, for reasons she couldn’t… — Jennifer Haigh Copy Share Image
