“But his face. And his eyes … Holy gods. Chaol put a hand on his sword, schooling his features to remain neutral, disinterested, even as the Wolf of the North came close enough to slaughter him. They were Celaena’s eyes.… — Sarah J. Maas Copy Share Image
“There was still something soft in her face. It gave him hope—hope that he had not lost his soul in the act of killing, hope that humanity could still be found, and honor could be regained … She had come… — Sarah J. Maas Copy Share Image
