Category: Fiction

CHAPTER 7 Nimble as a cat and smooth as a snake, Celaena climbed the wooden ladder built into the side of the ship. The first guard didn’t notice she was upon him until her hands were around his neck, striking the two points that sent him into unconsciousness. He slumped to the deck, and she

CHAPTER 6 After yet another miserably hot and sleepless night, Celaena spent the following day with Sam, walking through the streets of Skull’s Bay. They kept their pace leisurely, pausing at various vendors’ carts and popping into the occasional shop, but all the while tracing each step of their plan, going over every detail that

CHAPTER 5 Dinner with Sam was silent, and Rolfe appeared at eight to bring them both to the holding facility. Sam didn’t even ask where they were going. He just played along, as if he’d known the whole time. The holding facility was an enormous wooden warehouse, and even from down the block, something about

CHAPTER 4 Even when her turn to sleep came, Celaena lay awake. In the hours she’d spent watching over their room, one thought had become increasingly problematic. The slaves. Perhaps if Arobynn had sent someone else—perhaps if it was just a business deal that she found out about later, when she was too busy to

CHAPTER 3 It took them five minutes to search the cramped room for any spyholes or signs of danger; five minutes for them to lift the framed paintings on the woodpaneled walls, tap at the floorboards, seal the gap between the door and the floor, and cover the window with Sam’s weatherworn black cloak. When

CHAPTER 1 Seated in the council room of the Assassins’ Keep, Celaena Sardothien leaned back in her chair. “It’s past four in the morning,” she said, adjusting the folds of her crimson silk dressing gown and crossing her bare legs beneath the wooden table. “This had better be important.” “Perhaps if you hadn’t been reading