Hello readers! This is your weekly ‘Laurena’ hit! (No takers? No? Ok.) As I have mentioned probably half a million times- I love, love, LOVE! Throne of Glass!
No- I love Sarah J. Maas! Even with the fancy stunt with the Empire of Storms… I still love her writing! (15 days people! 15 days…)
So, in honour of those 15 days until EoS, I have written down my top 15 favourite quotes. (See what I did there? Genius, if I do say so myself! No need to glare so hard Melia! I get it!)
THRONE OF GLASS:
- “No. I can survive well enough on my own— if given the proper reading material.”
So true everyone! So true!
- “How long was I asleep?” she whispered. He didn’t respond.
“How long was I asleep?” she asked again, and noticed a hint of red in his cheeks.
“You were asleep, too?”
“Until you began drooling on my shoulder.”
Okay- tell me you don’t love this quote! Tell me! I want to see who can resist the awesomeness of Chaolena!
- “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.”
I feel like this is the main quote of any female… Or should be. Empower the females!
- “In the garden, the Captain of the Guard stared up at the young woman’s balcony, watching as she waltzed alone, lost in her dreams. But he knew her thoughts weren’t of him.
She stopped and stared upward. Even from a distance, he could see the blush upon her cheeks. She seemed young—no, new. It made his chest ache.
Still, he watched, watched until she sighed and went inside. She never bothered to look below.”
And it is the start of DorianxCelaena! (I don’t know the ship name… Tell me if you know in the comments!) And it is also the start of the jealousy between Dorian and Chaol… I said nothing! But you can’t deny it!
- “Still, the image haunted his dreams throughout the night: a lovely girl gazing at the stars, and the stars who gazed back.”
This ties into quote No. 13 for Throne of Glass.
- “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.”
CHAOLENA! Yeah… I AM A FANGIRL!
- “I like music,” she said slowly, “because when I hear it, I . . . I lose myself within myself, if that makes any sense. I become empty and full all at once, and I can feel the whole earth roiling around me. When I play. I’m not . . . for once, I’m not destroying, I’m creating.”
*Sobs into pillow*
- “She moaned into her pillow. “Go away. I feel like dying.”
“No fair maiden should die alone,” he said, putting a hand on hers. “Shall I read to you in your final moments? What story would you like?”
She snatched her hand back. “How about the story of the idiotic prince who won’t leave the assassin alone?”
“Oh! I love that story! It has such a happy ending, too—why, the assassin was really feigning her illness in order to get the prince’s attention! Who would have guessed it? Such a clever girl. And the bedroom scene is so lovely—it’s worth reading through all of their ceaseless banter!”
- “I wasn’t going to kill him, you buffoon.”
You tell ’em, Celaena!
- “I’m the Captain of the Guard-I’m not exactly a catch for any of them.” There was some sorrow in his eyes, though it was well concealed.
“Are you mad? You’re better than everyone here. And you’re very handsome,” she said, taking his hand in her free one. There was beauty in Chaol’s face-and strength, and honor, and loyalty. She stopped hearing the crowd, and her mouth became dry as he stared at her. How had she missed it for so long?”
CHAOLENA! DIMP DorianxCelaena!
- “Four months,” Chaol said, “after Sardothien arrived, she attempted to flee.”
She waited for the rest of the story but he was finished. “That’s not even the best part!”
“There’s a ‘best part’?” the Crown Prince said, face caught between a wince and a smile.
Chaol glared at her before speaking. “There’s no hope of escaping from Endovier. Your father made sure that each of Endovier’s sentries could shoot a squirrel from two hundred paces away. To attempt to flee is suicide.”
“But you’re alive,” the prince said to her.
Celaena’s smile faded as the memory struck her. “Yes.”
“What happened?” Dorian asked.
Her eyes turned cold and hard. “I snapped.”
“That’s all you have to offer as an explanation for what you did?” Captain Westfall demanded. “She killed her overseer and twenty-three sentries before they caught her. She was a finger’s tip from the wall before the guards knocked her unconscious.”
“Do you know how far the wall is from the mines?” He gave her blank look. She closed her eyes and sighed dramatically. “From my shaft, it was three hundred sixty-three feet. I had someone measure.”
“So?” Dorian said.
Celaena seethed. “Captain Westfall, how far do slaves make it from the mines when they try to escape?” H gave her a blank look. She closed her eyes and sighed dramtically. “From my shaft, it was three hundred and sixty-three feet. I had someone measure.”
“So?” Dorian repeated.
Captain Westfall, how far do slaves make it from the mines when they try to escape.”
“Three feet,” he muttered. “Endovier sentries usually shoot a man down before he’s moved three feet.”
The Crown Prince’s silence was not her desired effect. “You knew it was suicide,” he said at last, the amusement gone.
Perhaps it had been a bad idea to bring up the wall. “Yes.”
Love this part! Go Celaena!
- “Very well.”
“Say my name. Say, ‘Very well, Dorian.'”
She rolled her eyes. “If it pleases Your Magnanimous Holiness, I shall call you by your first name.”
That girl and her sass… *Sighs*
- “You could rattle the stars,” she whispered. “You could do anything, if only you dared. And deep down, you know it, too. That’s what scares you most.”
Yes! Ties in with Throne of Glass quote No. 5!
- “Of course.” He picked up the brown bag of candy on the table. “What’s your . . .” He trailed off as he weighed the bag in his hands. “Didn’t I give you three pounds of candy?”
She smiled impishly.
“You ate half the bag!”
“Was I supposed to save it?”
“I would have liked some!”
“You never told me that.”
“Because I didn’t expect you to consume all of it before breakfast!”
She snatched the bag from him and put it on the table. “Well, that just shows poor judgement on your part, doesn’t it?”
Ah yes… Yulemas… DorianxCelaena…
- “As my friend, you should either bring me along, or keep me company.”
“Friend?” he asked.
She blushed. “Well, ‘scowling escort’ is a better description. Or ‘reluctant acquaintance’, if you prefer.”
WOW! Re-jec-tion! *Laughs…* Last one for book one…
CROWN OF MIDNIGHT:
- “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.”
NOOOO! You will ruin this relationship! You don’t care!
- “The best lies were always mixed with truth.”
Mental note: USE THIS! Oh hey! Mum! Why are you looking over my shoulder!? Don’t read my secrets!
- “Does your love for yourself know no bounds?”
Oh look! It’s Jace Wayland/ Herondale/ Lightwood/ Morgenstern… reincarnated! Hey sweetie!
- “I don’t think you realize who you’re dealing with.”
The man clicked his tongue, “If you were that good, you would be more than just Captain of the Guard.”
Chaol let out a low, breathy laugh. “I wasn’t talking about me.”
“She’s just one girl.”
Though his guts were twisting at the thought of her in this place, with these people, though he was considering every possible way to get himself and Celaena out of here alive, he gave the man a grin.
“Then you’re really in for a big surprise.”
Attack without mercy!
- “Then Celaena and the King of Adarlan smiled at each other, and it was the most terrifying thing Dorian had ever seen.”
Dorian, honey. I love you and all but LOOK AT SOMETHING TRULY SCARY! How scary can two grinning murderers be?
- “Celaena Sardothien wasn’t in league with Aelin Ashryver Galathynius.
Celaena Sardothien was Aelin Ashryver Galathynius, heir to the throne and rightful Queen of Terranes.
Celaena was Aelin Galathynius, the greatest living threat to Adarlan, the one person who could raise an army capable of standing against the king. Now, she was also the one person who knew the secret source of the king’s power—and who sought a way to destroy it.
And he had just sent her into the arms of her strongest potential allies: to the homeland of her mother, the kingdom of her cousin, and the domain of her aunt, Queen Maeve of the Fae.
Celaena was the lost Queen of Terrasen.
Chaol sank to his knees.”
Hahahaha! Consider your ship SUNK!
- “If they wanted Adarlan’s Assassin, they’d get her.
And Wyrd help them when she arrived.”
Go Celaena! Crush ’em!
- “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.”
Who will die first!? *Evil maniacal laughing. People cower.*
- “Roland gave her a courtier’s smile. “And what sort of work do you do for my uncle?”
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.”
Whoop, whoop! Give it up for Sardothien and her sass!
- “In every way that counted, I failed him.”
You don’t fail. Ever heard of self-esteem?
- “To escape death, she’d become death.”
What can you say?
- “And then,” Ress was saying, his boyish face set with fiendish delight, “just as he got her into bed, stark naked as the day he was born, her father walked in”- winces and groans came from the guards, even Chaol himself-“and he dragged him out of bed by his feet, took him down the hall, and dumped him down the stairs. He was shrieking like a pig the whole time.”
Chaol leaned back in his seat, crossing his arms. “You would be, too, if someone were dragging your naked carcass across the ice-cold floor.” He smirked as Ress tried to deny it. Chaol seemed so comfortable with the men, his body relaxed, eyes alight. And they respected him, too-always glancing at him for approval, for confirmation, for support. As Celaena’s chuckle faded, Chaol looked at her, his brows high.
“You’re one to laugh. You moan about the cold floor more than anyone else than I know.”
She straightened as the guards gave hesitant smiles. “If I recall correctly, you complain about every time I wipe the floor with you when we spar.”
“Oho!” Ress cried, and Chaol’s brows rose higher. Celaena gave him a grin.
“Dangerous words,” Chaol said. “Do we need to go to the training hall to see if you can back them up?”
“Well, as long as your men don’t object to seeing you knocked on your ass.”
“We certainly do not object to that,” Ress crowed. Chaol shot him a look, more amused than warning.
Ress quickly added, “Captain.”
YAY RESS! You go man!
- “Everyone sounded the same when they died.”
- “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.”
I want her life! Especially her books!
- “It was hard to care, she realized as she started the trek back to the castle. Incredibly hard to care, when you didn’t have anyone left to care about.”
NOOO! And it is the end… Next!
HEIR OF FIRE:
- “She was the heir of ash and fire, and she would bow to no one.”
Yes! She has a high self-esteem!
- “You cannot pick and choose what parts of her to love.”
Thank you! Give it up Chaol!
- “And then I am going to rattle the stars.”
Again, back to the rattling the stars. Refer to book one quotes.
- “I claim you, Rowan Whitethorn. I don’t care what you say and how much you protest. I claim you as my friend.”
*Fans myself. Cries*
- “Their hands clasped between them, he whispered into her ear, “I claim you, too, Aelin Galathynius.”
About damn time!
- “…her dearest friends are characters in books.”
Who’s aren’t? Melia! Ally! *Voice becomes strained* Why are you reading this?!
- “The people you love are just weapons that will be used against you.”
Why do you believe this crap?! Just kiss the damn guy and be done with it!
- “It would not take a monster to destroy a monster – but light, light to drive out darkness.”
‘Bout time you realised it!
- “You didn’t need a weapon at all when you were born one.”
*Wipes away tears.* That’s my baby girl…
- “What are you doing?”
Emrys didn’t raise his voice as he said, “To that girl. What are you doing that makes her come in here with such emptiness in her eyes?”
“That’s none of your concern.”
Emrys pressed his lips into a tight line. “What do you see when you look at her, Prince?”
He didn’t know. These days, he didn’t know a damn thing. “That’s none of your concern, either.”
Emrys ran a hand over his weathered face. “I see her slipping away, bit by bit, because you shove her down when she so desperately needs someone to help her back up.”
At this point, I wanted to kill Rowan! No hard feelings, right honey!?
- “Gods, he was brilliant. Cunning and wicked and brilliant.
Even when he beat the hell out of her. Every. Damn. Day.”
Oh look Rowan, honey! You have redeemed yourself! BARELY!
- “Because she is dead!” She screamed the last word so loudly it burned in her throat. “Because she is dead, and I am left with my worthless life!”
WHERE THE HELL DID YOUR ESTEEM GO?!
- “Witches didn’t need blood to survive, but humans didn’t need wine, either.”
Glad to know that our blood is that worthless!
- “He’d known, since the moment he figured out who she was, that while Celaena would always pick him, Aelin would not.”
And he has accepted it! Thank the good lord! But nooooo! Wait until the next book! It is going to hurt Chaol! A knife twisting in your chest… Feel the point digging into your heart? There we are… Heartbroken. *Steps back and dusts off hands.* Job completio!
- “She had lied to him. She had wanted to save lives, yes. But she had gone out there with no intention of saving her own.”
WHAT THE HELL IS YOUR PROBLEM!? Are you seriously that suicidal?! QUEEN OF SHADOWS! Why hello there! *Giggles*
QUEEN OF SHADOWS:
- “Behind them, across the hall, the dancers shattered their roses on the floor, and Aedion grinned at his queen as the entire world went to hell.”
ARG! Happiness! *Swoons*
- “She was fire, and light, and ash, and embers. She was Aelin Fireheart, and she bowed for no one and nothing, save the crown that was hers by blood and survival and triumph.”
AND SHE HAS SELF-ESTEEM! Miracle!
- “Fire-breathing bitch-queen.”
Ah, yes… The beloved nickname I love so much!
- “She looked at them, at the three males who meant everything—more than everything. Then she smiled with every last shred of courage, of desperation, of hope for the glimmer of that glorious future. “Let’s go rattle the stars.”
*Sings* REPITITION! Rattling the stars!
- “Sometimes there won’t be a right choice, just the best of several bad options.”
This is true…
- “They joined hands.
So the world ended.
And the next one began.”
YES MY BABIES! Grow up! Conquer the world!
- “But perhaps the monsters needed to look out for each other every now and then.”
WHO DARES TO CALL MY BABIES MONSTERS?!
- “She was a whirling cloud of death, a queen of shadows, and these men were already carrion.”
Aw! *Wipes tears.*
- “Fae warriors: invaluable in a fight—and raging pains in her ass at all other times.”
Overprotective Fae… So cute!
- “What in hell is that?”
She kept going toward the bathroom, refusing to apologize or look down at the pink, delicate, very short lace nightgown. When she emerged, face washed and clean, Rowan was sitting up, arms crossed over his bare chest. “You forgot the bottom part.”
She merely blew out the candles in the room one by one. His eyes tracked her the entire time.
“There is no bottom part,” she said, flinging back the covers on her side. “It’s starting to get so hot, and I hate sweating when I sleep. Plus, you’re practically a furnace. So it’s either this or I sleep naked. You can sleep in the bathtub if you have a problem with it.”
I did not raise this kid! Sometimes… I think I did. But not in this case… *Waves swords above head* DIE PUNY MORTALS!
- “Tell me that we’ll get through tomorrow. Tell me that we’ll survive the war. Tell me—” She swallowed hard. “Tell me that even if I lead us all to ruin, we’ll burn in hell together.”
My baby is not going anywhere but heaven!
- “Aelin took a step forward.
One step, as if in a daze.
She loosed a shuddering breath, and a small, whimpering noise came out of her – a sob.
And then she was sprinting down the alley, flying as though the winds themselves pushed at her heels.
She flung herself on the male, crashing into him hard enough that anyone else might have gone rocking back into the stone wall.
But the male grabbed her to him, his massive arms wrapping around her tightly and lifting her up. Nesryn made to approach, but Aedion stopped her with a hand on her arm.
Aelin was laughing as she cried, and the male was just holding her, his hooded head buried in her neck. As if he were breathing her in.
“Who is that?” Nesryn asked.
Aedion smiled. “Rowan.”
*Sighs.* Her heart and soul is now complete…
- “Where will we go?”
“I hear hell is particularly nice at this time of year.”
And this is when I believe that I raised the kid!
- “Ten years of shadows, but no longer. Light up the darkness, Majesty.”
Oh. My. God. Completion. Amen.
- “What if we go on,’ he said, ‘only to more pain and despair? What if we go on, only to find a horrible friend waiting for us?’
Aelin looked northward, as if she could see all the way to Terrasen. ‘Then it is not the end.”
Too right my babies! I will be back! *Struts backwards out of the room with hand raised.*
How was that?? 3857 words! I am impressed… Ouch… 1.5 hours at the computer… This is the end product! I hope you enjoyed it! I will be back! But with what? WHO KNOWS!? That is the beauty of my mind…
With love and quotes,