No, I know exactly where they are. I locked eyes with Madoc, Jareds best friend and
henchman, at the opposite end of the room by the patio doors. He smirked at me before
redirecting his attention to some random redhead he had pressed to a wall.
Her focus narrowed to the small, black dot in the center of the target. She steadied her
breathing as she cocked her arm, letting her wrist go loose. The sounds of the other Champions
faded. The blackness of the bulls-eye beckoned, and as she exhaled, she
Something dark flitted across his eyes. Thats none of your business. And dont try to pry
details from me about it, he added as she opened her mouth. He pointed to the book in her lap.
I saw at lunch that youre reading The Wind and the Rain, and I forgot t
The normal ruckus had been replaced by a rustling quietand rather than mill about, the
competitors lingered by their trainers sides. She kept close to Chaol, which wasnt a change
from the ordinary. But the sponsors atop the mezzanine looking over the blac
You have food in your teeth, he said. She picked it out with a sharp nail and turned her head to
the window. The rain slid down the glass. Was she looking at the rain, or something beyond?
He sipped from his goblet. Despite her arrogance, she was clever,
But as the door closed behind the ivory train of the Eyllwe princess, Celaena wondered if shed
Chaol Westfall watched the assassin eat lunch, her eyes darting from one plate to the next. She
had immediately stripped from her gown upon entering
We, the princess said, struggling for the word in the common language, were talking with the
About the weather, Kaltain corrected sharply.
Watch your mouth, Celaena snapped before she could think.
Kaltain gave Celaena a vicious little smile. If s
The window revealed the afternoon sky, slightly pale, but still lovely. Im enjoying it, for the most
part. Especially now that I have books to read whenever you lock me in here. I dont suppose
On the contrary. I might not have as much tim
Exactly! Its insulting!
Its smart, thats what it is. And youre going to keep a low profile throughout this entire
competition. Youre not going to excel, and youre not going to trounce those thieves and
soldiers and unknown assassins. Youre going to stay s
Shed shut Cain upin an unmarked grave for all eternity. But for now . . . Now, shed make
Chaol eat his words.
All the weapons were finely made, and glistened in the sunlight. Celaena eliminated her options
one by one, seeing each weapon for what sort of d
Would the competitors actually be worthy opponents? Before she could start worrying, she
examined his black clothes. Dont you ever wear normal clothing?
Hurry up, was all he said. The competition awaited.
Suddenly not hungry, she pushed away her bowl of p
She opened the door, but looked at him. The tiny freckle upon his cheek moved upward as a
smile spread once more.
What? she asked. Something smelled delicious inside her chambers, and her stomach
Chaol shook his head. Adarlans Assassin, he chuck
Mischief coiled and sprang within her, but Dorian answered. I suppose, he drawled, turning
those brilliant blue eyes on Celaena, that it will be difficult for Lady Lillian and I as well. Perhaps
Kaltain snapped her attention to Celaena. Wherever
The princes smile grew. I bet they wont expect to be trounced by a beautiful lady.
This was all a game to him, wasnt it? Before Celaena could ask, someone curtsied in the
middle of their path. Your Highness! What a surprise! The voice was high, but smooth
He should be hanging from the gallows. He had killed many more than shepeople
undeserving and defenseless. Hed destroyed cultures, destroyed invaluable knowledge,
destroyed so much of what had once been bright and good. His people should revolt. Erilea
Nothung was its name.
You have all been retrieved from across Erilea for the purpose of serving your country.
It was easy enough to tell the nobility from her competitors. Old and wrinkled, each nobleman
wore fine clothes and decorative swords. Beside eac
Celaena stood before the rosewood mirror, smiling.
She ran a hand down her gown. Sea-foam white lace bloomed from the sweeping neckline,
washing upon her breast from the powder-green ocean of silk that made up the dress. A red
sash covered the waist, form
Id rather not be seen that way at all.
Better than as an assassin, Id wager.
She looked at Philippa and then laughed.
Philippa shook her head. Your face is much more pretty when you smile. Girlish, even. Far
better than that frown you always have.
She saw the floor first. Red marble, its white veins illuminated in the light of the sun, which
slowly vanished as the opaque glass doors groaned shut. Chandeliers and torches hung all
around. Her eyes darted from one side of the large, crowded
From her place at the back of the balcony, Celaena could still see as the woman in red brushed
a hand down the front of her skirts. I should have worn my white dress, she said loudly enough
for everyone in Rifthold to hear. Dorian likes white. She adjuste