Why would a pretty thing like that marry a guard?
Sarah J. MaasStichwörter: throne-of-glass
How long was I asleep?" she whispered. He didn't respond.
"How long was I asleep?" she asked again, and noticed a hint of red in his cheeks.
"You were asleep, too?"
"Until you began drooling on my shoulder.
Stichwörter: throne-of-glass celaena-sardothien chaol-westfall
Her heart stopped when Chaol entered instead.
Sarah J. MaasStichwörter: throne-of-glass
I'm the Captain of the Guard-I'm not exactly a catch for any of them." There was some sorrow in his eyes, though it was well concealed.
"Are you mad? You're better than everyone here. And you're-you're very handsome," she said, taking his hand in her free one. There was beauty in Chaol's face-and strenght, and honor, and loyalty. She stopped hearing the crowd, and her mouth became dry as he stared at her. How had she missed it for so long?
Stichwörter: throne-of-glass
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. MaasStichwörter: chaol-westfall celaena
His breath was warm on her neck as he bent his head, resting his cheek against her hair. Her heart beat so quickly, and yet she felt utterly calm—as if she could have stayed there forever and not minded, stayed there forever and let the world fall apart around them. She pictured his fingers, pushing against that line of chalk, reaching for her despite the barrier between them.
Sarah J. MaasStichwörter: celaena-sardothien chaol-westfall
You could rattle the stars," she whispered. "You could do anything, if only you dared. And deep down, you know it, too. That’s what scares you most.
Sarah J. MaasIn the garden, the Captain of the Guard stared up at the young woman's balcony, watching as she waltzed alone, lost in her dreams. But he knew her thoughts weren't of him.
She stopped and stared upward. Even from a distance, he could see the blush upon her cheeks. She seemed young—no, new. It made his chest ache.
Still, he watched, watched until she sighed and went inside. She never bothered to look below.
Stichwörter: celaena-sardothien chaol-westfall
No fair maiden should die alone" he said, putting a hand on hers. "Shall I read to you in your final moments? What story would you like?"
She snatched her hand back. 'How about the story of the idiotic prince who won't leave the assassin alone?"
"Oh! I love that story! It has such a happy ending too- why, the assassin was really feigning her illness in order to get the prince's attention! Who would have guessed it? Such a clever girl. And the bedroom scene is so lovely- it's worth reading through all of their ceaseless banter!
Stichwörter: teasing
I'm not married,” he said softly, “because I can't stomach the idea of marrying a woman inferior to me in mind and spirit. It would mean the death of my soul.
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