“You, Celaena Sardothien, are charged with the deaths of the following people..." And then he began a long recitation of all those lives she'd taken. The brutal story of a girl who was now gone.”

“My name is Celaena Sardothien," she whispered, "and I will not be afraid.”

“My name is Celaena Sardothien. But it makes no difference if my name's Celaena or Lillian or Bitch, because I'd still beat you, no matter what you call me.”

“She would not break.And someday… someday,even if it took her until her last breath, she’d find out who had done this to her. Celaena wiped away her tears as the wagon entered the shade of the tunnel through the wall. Whips and screams and the clank of chains. She tensed, already taking in every detail she could.But she squared her shoulders. Straightened her spine.“My name is Celaena Sardothien,” she whispered “And I will not be afraid”

“Enjoyed that, did you?" Chaol growled."Immensely." Celaena patted Chaol's arm as she took it in her own. "Now you must pretend that you like me, or else everything will be ruined.”

“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.”

“His eyes - those silver eyes that would probably haunt her for the rest of her life - were bright."No matter what I have done, I really do love you, Celaena."The word hit her like a stone to the head. He'd never said that word to her before. Ever. A long silence fell between them.”