“Sam’s hand brushed her shoulder, and she almost jumped out of her skin as he brought his mouth close to her ear… — Sarah J. Maas Copy Share Image
“Celaena turned to Chaol. But instead of handing her the plain-as-porridge sword she usually wielded in practice, he drew his own blade.… — Sarah J. Maas Copy Share Image
“She walked until a surprisingly cold breeze swept past her. She halted. Slowly, Celaena turned north, toward the source of the breeze,… — Sarah J. Maas Copy Share Image
