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“He slid one arm around her back and the other beneath her knees, sweeping her up in a fluid, graceful movement. Though she’d never tell him, she practically swooned.”

she’s so me

“The gods had vanished, her mother had once claimed. But had they? Had it been some god who had visited tonight, clothed in the skin of a battered young woman? ”

This reminds me of “I am a God” EEEEEEEE

“This girl wasn’t like wildfire—she was wildfire. Deadly and uncontrollable. And slightly out of her wits.”

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

:’(

“She would tuck Sam into her heart, a bright light for her to take out whenever things were darkest. And then she would remember how it had felt to be loved, when the world had held nothing but possibility. No matter what they did to her, they could never take that away.
She would not break.”

SPOILER

“The memory of his face was already blurring. Had his eyes been more golden brown, or soil brown? She couldn’t remember. And she’d never get the chance to find out.
Never get to see that half smile. Never get to hear his laugh, never get to hear him say her name like it meant something special, something more than being Adarlan’s Assassin ever could.

LITERALLY DYING

SPOILER
“The body still smelled faintly like Sam. And like the cheap soap she’d made him use, because she was so selfish that she couldn’t let him have her lavender soap.
She wouldn’t leave him.
Footsteps heading toward the door—then the snick of it closing as Arobynn left.
Celaena closed her eyes. She wouldn’t leave him.
She wouldn’t leave him.”

SOBBING CRYING SCREAMING I WANT TO DIE UGHHH

“You want to hear something ridiculous? Whenever I’m scared out of my wits, I tell myself: My name is Sam Cortland … and I will not be afraid. I’ve been doing it for years.”

Hurting internally rn

“Sam mumbled another response that sounded like anything you want, just go back to sleep.
Celaena looked up at the ceiling and smiled”

Full on sobbing like crying my eyeballs out.