Top 100 Celaena Quotes
#1. He brushed his lips against hers. "I love you," he breathed against her mouth. "And from today onward, I want to never be separated from you. Wherever you go, I go. Even if that means going to Hell itself, wherever you are, that's where I want to be. Forever." Celaena
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#2. Enough! We have enough enemies as it is! There are worse things out there to face!"
Celaena slowly turned to him, her face splattered with blood and eyes blazing bright. "No, there aren't," she said. "Because I'm here now.
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#3. Roland gave her a courtier's smile. "And what sort of work do you do for my uncle?
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Dorian shifted on his feet and Chaol went very still, but Celaena returned Roland's smile and said, "I bury the king's opponents where nobody will ever find them.
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#4. Of course she was worthy. She was Celaena Sardothien, gods be damned.
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#5. One last time - you have to wear this mask one last time, and then you can bury Celaena Sardothien forever.
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#6. Fleetfoot turned to look up at Celaena, her golden eyes full of question. Celaena reached down to stroke the warm head, the long ears, the slender muzzle. But the question remained. Celaena said, "She's never coming back." The dog kept waiting.
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#7. Dance with me, Celaena, he said again, his voice rough. When her eyes met his she forgot about the cold, and the moon, and the glass palace looming above them. The secret library and the king's plans and Mort and Elena faded into nothing. She took his hand and there was only the music and Chaol.
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#8. Perhaps. I can understand wanting to kill the competetion, but to do it so viciously ... I hope it's nota a pattern."
Dorian's blood went a bit cold. "You think they'll try to kill Celaena?"
"I added some extra guards around her rooms."
"To protect her, or to keep her in?
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#9. Then she ripped everything from that well inside her, ripped it out with both hands and her entire raging, hopeless heart.
As she fell, hair whipping her face, Celaena thrust her hands toward the skinwalkers.
"Surprise," she hissed. The world erupted in blue wildfire.
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#10. Celaena." He stopped a few feet from the guards. His eyes were rich, molten brown. "Yes?" Her heartbeat steadied. "You look rather pretty today," was all he said before the doors opened and they walked forward.
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#11. You want to know what price I asked for forgiving Arobynn, Celaena?" Sam stood so still the he might have been a statue. "My price was his oath that he'd never lay a hand on you again. I told him I'd forgive him in exchange for that.
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#12. I love you," Sam said.
Celaena wrapped her arms around him and held him close, breathing his scent. Her only reply was, "I hate packing.
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#13. Because she wasn't human, Chaol realized, gaping at her from where he still crouched over Fleetfoot.
No - she wasn't human at all.
Celaena was Fae.
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#14. It's Aelin now," she snapped as loudly as she dared. "Celaena Sardothien doesn't exist anymore.
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#15. Celaena Sardothien, arrogant and brave and skilled, Celaena who did not know fear or despair, Celaena who was a weapon hones by Death.
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#16. His eyes - those silver eyes that would probably haunt her for the rest of her life - were bright.
"No matter what I have done, I really do love you, Celaena."
The word hit her like a stone to the head. He'd never said that word to her before. Ever.
A long silence fell between them.
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#17. The assassin flipped back the lid of the basket. The nose instantly shot inward, and Celaena found the strange golden-haired pup quivering in a corner with a red bow around her neck.
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#18. Celaena pulled another book toward her and grinned. It was as if someone had read her mind. It was a large black volume entitled The Walking Dead in tarnished silver letters. Thankfully, the captain didn't see the title before she opened it.
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#19. I am Celaena Sardothien,Adarlan's Assasin.If these men knew who i was,they'd stop laughing.I am Celaena Sardothien.I am going to win.I will not be afraid.
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#20. I must do something, Elentiya," Nehemia said, using the name she'd given her on the night Celaena admitted that she was an assassin. "I must find a way to help my people. When does gathering information become a stalemate? When do we act?" Celaena
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#21. I am Celaena Sadorthien and I will not be afraid
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#22. Celaena stared at the dark, tilled earth, a chill wind rustling her veil.
Her chest ached, but this was the one last thing she had to do, the one last honor she could give her friend.
Celaena tilted her head to the sky, closed her eyes, and began to sing.
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#23. You, Celaena Sardothien, are charged with the deaths of the following people ...
And then he began a long recitation of all those lives she'd taken. The brutal story of a girl who was now gone.
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#24. Nehemia looked after Cain, and her dark eyes narrowed. "Something about him makes me want to beat in his face." Celaena laughed. "I'm glad I'm not the only one." Chaol
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#25. Because Celaena was Aelin Ashryver Galathynius, heir to the throne and rightful Queen of Terrasen. It
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#26. My name is Celaena Sardothien, and I will not be afraid.
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#27. Celaena?" Sam asked into the dark. "Should I worry about going to sleep?"
She blinked, then laughed under her breath. At least Sam took her threats somewhat seriously.
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#28. My name is Celaena Sardothien," she whispered, "and I will not be afraid.
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#29. So," Celaena said, spitting blood onto the stones, "do you want to explain yourself first, or should I?
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#30. Aelin Galathynius smiled at her, hand still outreached. "Get up." the princess said.
Celaena reached across the earth between them and brushed her fingers against Aelin's.
And arose.
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#31. My name is Celaena Sardothien. But it makes no difference if my name's Celaena or Lillian or Bitch, because I'd still beat you, no matter what you call me.
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#32. I'm happy for you, my friend."
Celaena smiled back. "I think... I think I'm happy for me, too."
And she was. For the first time in years, she was truly happy.
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#33. You will find, Rolfe, that one does not deal with Celaena Sardothien. One survives her
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#34. She'd entered a city made entirely of leather and paper. Celaena put a hand against her heart.
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#35. He was aching to learn what Celaena's lips felt like, what her bare skin smelled like, how she'd react to the touch of his fingers along her body.
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#36. Celaena couldn't recall a time when she didn't want to beat in the girl's face with a brick.
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#37. Then Celaena and the King of Adarlan smiled at each other, and it was the most terrifying thing Dorian had ever seen.
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#38. One arrow, that had been her promise. But she'd also promised Ansel that she had twenty minutes to get out of range. Celaena had fired after twenty-one.
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#39. If it won't respond to humans, then it will have to be killed," Dorian said offhandedly, and a spark went through Celaena. "Kill it? Kill it? For what reason? What did it do to you?
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#40. She knew the gold in her eyes had shifted to flame, because when she looked to Maeve, the queen's face had gone bone-white. And then Celaena set the world on fire.
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#41. I am Celaena Sadorthein and I will be not afraid
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#42. Celaena put a hand against her chest. How absurd - how utterly absurd and useless - that her heart still beat and Nehemia's didn't
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#43. He whispered her name, her true name, and she screamed as he - Celaena awoke with a gasp, clutching the Eye of Elena.
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#44. This was the least she owed those murdered in Endovier and Calaculla - the least she could do, after so long. A monster to destroy monsters.
The flames on her left hand burned brighter as Celaena stepped beyond the archway and into the beckoning abyss.
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#45. Can I be honest with you?" Chaol leaned closer, and Celaena leaned to meet him as he whispered: "You sound like a raving lunatic.
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#46. Celaena had been everything that Aelin wasn't. She had embraced that life, even if Celaena's accomplishments were death and torture and pain.
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#47. Because if I free Eyllwe and destroy the king as Celaena, I can go anywhere after that. The crown ... my crown is just another set of shackles.
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#48. Celaena's scream was still echoing through the passageway as Chaol leapt off the stairs and hurtled through the misty portal after Fleetfoot.
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#49. A cluster of giggling women sat nearby, tittering about how the Crown Prince was gone on holiday to the Sorian coast, and how they wished they could join the prince and his dashing friends, and on and on until Celaena contemplated chucking her spoon at them.
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#50. Enjoyed that, did you?" Chaol growled.
"Immensely." Celaena patted Chaol's arm as she took it in her own. "Now you must pretend that you like me, or else everything will be ruined.
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#51. So maybe it was the gods at work. Maybe it was some force beyond them, beyond mortal comprehension. Or maybe it was just for what and who Celaena would never be. Yrene
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#52. Alone in the hallway, Celaena watched the shadows cast by the torches. It hadn't been the mere impossibility of a relationship with Ilias that had made her pull away.
No; it was the memory of Sam's face that had stopped her from kissing him.
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#54. As for Celaena," he said again, "you do not have the right to wish she were not what she is. The only thing you have a right to do is decide whether you are her enemy or her friend.
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#55. Alone with Rolfe, Celaena raised her sword. "Celaena Sardothien, at your service."
The pirate was still staring at her, his face pale with rage. "How dare you deceive me?" She sketched a bow.
"I did nothing of the sort. I told you I was beautiful.
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#56. The rest of the world quieted into nothing. In that moment, after ten long years, Celaena looked at Chaol and realised she was home.
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#57. But you were never just Celaena, and I think you knew that, deep down, even before everything happened. I understand now.
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#58. Her salary as King's Champion was considerable, and Celaena spent
every last copper of it. Shoes, hats, tunics, dresses, jewelry, weapons,
baubles for her hair, and books. Books and books and books. So many
books that Philippa had to bring up another bookcase for her room.
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#59. Sam glanced at her, a hint of amusement shining in his eyes.
Celaena smiled at him, and the world, for one flickering heartbeat, felt right.
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#60. To four years until freedom," she said lifting her glass.
He raised his in salute. "To you, Celaena."
Their eyes met, and Chaol didn't hide his smile as she grinned at him. Perhaps four years with her might not be enough.
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#61. She had seen hundreds of doors in the castle - doors of wood, of bronze, of glass - but never one of solid iron. This one was ancient, from a time when an iron door meant something. So was this supposed to keep someone out - or to keep something in? Celaena
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#62. He'd known, since the moment he figured out who she was, that while Celaena would always pick him, Aelin would not.
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#63. Wincing, Celaena slumped next to Rowan on the bench, and swore viciously at the pain in her leg, her face, her arms. Swore at the pain in the ass sitting right next to her.
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#64. But she wasn't in love with him - Otho hadn't said that. He had seen no attachment on her part. And Celaena would never be that stupid. It was Dorian who was the fool - Dorian who would have his heart broken, if he did actually love her.
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#65. Her voice was soft, ethereal, the sound of a lullaby half-remembered. The songs she sang, one by one, held Celaena in place. Songs of distant lands, of forgotten legends, of lovers forever waiting to be reunited.
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#66. Celaena." She looked back at him, her red gown sweeping around her. His eyes shone as he flashed her a crooked grin. "I missed you this summer."
She met his stare unflinchingly, returning the smile as she said, "I hate to admit it, Sam Cortland, but I missed your sorry ass, too.
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#67. I'm impressed you got up here so quickly - and without a pack of court ladies hounding after you. Perhaps you should try your hand at being an assassin." He shook the hair out of his face.
"I'm not interested in court ladies," he said thickly, and kissed her.
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#68. I name you Elentiya." She kissed the assassin's brow. "I give you this name to use with honour, to use when other names grow too heavy. I name you Elentiya, 'Spirit That Could Not Be Broken.
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#69. It was a voice she had heard before, deep and raspy. It made her bones crack and splinter, made her feel the astonishing cold of a winter long since passed.
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#70. No matter what happens," she said quietly, "I want to thank you."
Chaol tilted his head to the side. "For what?"
Her eyes stung but she blamed it on the fierce wind and blinked away the dampness. "For making my freedom mean something.
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#71. She had often wished for adventure, for old spells and wicked kings.
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#72. If she picked Roland over you, that makes her the greatest fool who ever lived.
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#73. Aelin Galathynius had raised an army not just to challenge Morath, but to rattle the stars.
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#74. I worry because I care. Gods help me, I know I shouldn't, but I do. So I will always tell you to be careful, because I will always care what happens.
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#75. If you can learn to endure pain, you can survive anything. Some people learn to embrace it- to love it. Some endure it through drowning it in sorrow, or by making themselves forget. Others turn it into anger.
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#76. Hide from fate all you like," Baba Yellowlegs said as they turned away. "But it shall soon find you!
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#77. Her hand rose to her lips and she stared up at the stars, feeling her heart grow, and grow, and grow.
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#78. Chaol," he said, looking over his shoulder. Dorian's eyes were frozen, his jaw clenched. "Treat her well.
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#79. If she could keep breathing, she wouldn't fall apart.
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#80. She had awoken this morning and slipped the amethyst ring off her finger. It had felt liked a blessed release, a final shadow lifted from her heart.
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#81. It was the least she could do. For Nehemia - for. . . a lot of other people. There was nothing left in her, not really. Only ash and an abyss and the unbreakable vow she'd carved into her flesh, to the friend who had seen her for what she truly was.
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#82. Her cheek against the moss, the young princess she had been - Aelin Galathynius - reached a hand for her. 'Get up', she said softly.
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#83. With each day he felt the barriers melting. He let them melt. Because of her genuine laugh, because he caught her one afternoon sleeping with her face in the middle of a book, because he knew that she would win.
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#84. She watched him, her head angled. He sometimes felt that she looked at him the way a cat regards a mouse. He just wondered how long it would take for her to pounce.
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#85. Saying those words made a sharp, quick panic rise up in her, an aching pain that had her throat closing. "You left me," she repeated. Maybe it was only out of blind terror at the abyss opening up again around her, but she whispered, "I have no one left. No one.
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#86. He won every game, yet she hardly noticed. As long as she hit the ball, it resulted in shameless bragging. When she missed - well, even the fires of Hell couldn't compare to the rage that burst from her mouth. He couldn't remember a time when he'd laugh so hard.
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#87. We are the masters of our own fates - we decide how we go forward.
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#88. Her heart was raw and trembling, and the darkness faded.
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#89. The girl wore her scars the way some women wore their finest jewelry.
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#91. The girl was alluring. Like wildfire, or a summer storm swept off the Gulf of Oro.
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#92. When you give your master his letter, also give him this. And tell him that in the Red Desert, we do not abuse our disciples.
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#93. She knew he meant it. He'd burn the library, the city or the whole world to ashes if she asked him. It was their bond, marked by blood and scent and something else she couldn't place. A tether as strong as the one that bound her to her parents. Stronger, in some ways.
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#94. Apparently, a woman can only go so long without a sword between her hands.
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#95. He found her beautiful, if a bit strange and sour. It was something in the way that her eyes sparked when she looked at something lovely in the landscape. He couldn't understand it.
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#96. These days, I am very glad to be a mortal, and to only have to endure this life once. These days, I don't envy you at all."
"And before?"
It was her turn to stare toward the horizon. "I used to wish I had a chance to see it all- and hated that I never would.
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#98. Nor had she missed when they zigzagged between levels, even though the building was a standard grid of hallways and stairwells. As if she'd lose her bearings that easily.
She might have been insulted if he wasn't trying so hard.
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#99. It is only with the eye that one can see rightly
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#100. She would tuck Sam into her heart, a bright light for her to take out whenever things were darkest.
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