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Cauldron save you.
— Sarah J. Maas
Cauldron save you.
My name is Celaena Sardothien," she whispered, "and I will not be afraid.
Only you can decide what breaks you, Cursebreaker.
He wanted to bury her in Velaris. Somewhere full of light and warmth, full of kind people. Far away from these mountains.
The best lies were always mixed with truth.
Everyone sounded the same when they died.
I feel nothing, Nesta said silently. Only the sight of Feyre on Death's threshold kept her from forgetting why she was here, what she needed to do.
Not flowers—never flowers in Terrasen. Instead, they carried small stones to graves to mark their visits, to tell the dead that they still remembered.
I have no regrets in my life, but this. That we did not have time.
She was a wolf. She was death, devourer of the worlds.
To escape death, she'd become death.
I have no name," she purred. "I'm whoever the keepers of my fate tell me to be.
When your people are lying dead around you, don't come crying to me...
Celaena knew where she was before she awoke. And she didn't care. She was living the same story again and again.
But death was her curse and her gift, and death had been her good friend these long, long years.
Cassian grunted in pain, but lifted his bloodied hands- to cup her face. 'I have no regrets in my life, but this.' HIs voice shook with every word. 'That we did not have time. That I did not have time with you, Nesta.'
