The Assassin and the Pirate Lord

Beneath the cape and the cloak and the dark tunic, Celaena was not just famished, but also hot and tired. And thirsty. Which, combined with her temper, usually turned out to be a lethal combination. Of course, they couldn’t see any of that.

Seated in the council room of the Assassin’s 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.

But don’t expect me to extend the same courtesy to the rest of you when your time comes.”

I’m going to retrieve Ben’s body.”

Just so you know

You’re a fool for picking a fight with her tonight.”

Check yourself, or I’ll do it for you, boy

If I’d been there, I would have killed all of them to get Ben’s body back!”

If you’d been there, you would have done the same.”

How do you think we learned about this in the first place?”