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“So what if it is? Haven’t I earned the right to eat as much as I want, whenever I want?” She wrenched her foot out of his grasp as the smile faded from his face. “Yes,” he said quietly, his voice barely audible over the crackling fire. “You have.” After a few moments of silence, he stood up and walked to the door. She sat up on her elbows. “Where are you going?” He opened the door. “To get you chocolate cake.” When he returned, and after they’d both eaten half of the cake he’d swiped from the kitchens, Celaena lay back on the couch, a hand on her full belly. Chaol was already sprawled across the cushions, sleeping soundly.”
― Crown of Midnight
― Crown of Midnight
“He hadn’t wept when Nehemia died, or when he’d thrown Celaena in the dungeons, or even when she’d returned with Grave’s head, utterly different from the woman he had grown to love so fiercely. But when Chaol walked out, leaving that damning will behind him, he didn’t even make it to his own room. He barely made it into an empty broom closet before the sobs hit.”
― Crown of Midnight
― Crown of Midnight
“Before I forget to say it: Thank you. This is …” He examined the
glittering greenhouse again, then looked out to the river beyond the glass walls. “This is …” He
shook his head once more, setting down his glass, and she caught a glimmer of silver in his eyes that
made her heart clench. He blinked it away and looked back at her with a small smile. “No one has
thrown me a birthday party since I was a child.”
― Crown of Midnight
glittering greenhouse again, then looked out to the river beyond the glass walls. “This is …” He
shook his head once more, setting down his glass, and she caught a glimmer of silver in his eyes that
made her heart clench. He blinked it away and looked back at her with a small smile. “No one has
thrown me a birthday party since I was a child.”
― Crown of Midnight
“Celaena awoke as dawn poured into her room. Chaol still held her to him, just as he had all night, as if she would somehow slip away during sleep. She smiled to herself, pressing her nose against his neck and breathing him in. He shifted, just enough for her to know that he’d awoken. His hands began moving, twining themselves in her hair. “There’s no way in hell I’m getting out of this bed and going for a run,” he murmured onto her head. She chuckled quietly.”
― Crown of Midnight
― Crown of Midnight
“How far away?” Her blue-and-gold eyes flickered. “I’d travel until I found a place where they’d never heard of Adarlan. If such a place exists.” And she would never come back. And because she was young, and so damn clever and amusing and wonderful, wherever she made her home, there would be some man who would fall in love with her and who would make her his wife, and that was the worst truth of all. It had snuck up on him, this pain and terror and rage at the thought of anyone else with her. Every look, every word from her … He didn’t even know when it had started. “We’ll find that place, then,” he said quietly. “What?” Her brows narrowed. “I’ll go with you.”
― Crown of Midnight
― Crown of Midnight
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