By Sarah J. Maas
The Silent Assassins of the pink desolate tract aren’t a lot for dialog, and Celaena Sardothien wouldn’t have it the other means. She’s now not there to chatter, she’s there to hone her craft because the world’s so much feared killer for rent. while the quiet is shattered by way of forces who are looking to break the Silent Assassins, Celaena needs to be able to forestall them, or she’ll be fortunate to go away the wasteland alive.
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Celaena almost choked, but kept her chin high. ” Ansel chuckled. ” Actually, it was Arobynn who usually saw to it that word got out through the proper channels. She left very little behind once her job was finished. Leaving a sign felt somewhat . . cheap. “I’d want everyone to know that I’d done it,” Ansel added. Well, Celaena did want everyone to know that she was the best, but something about the way Ansel said it seemed different from her own reasoning. ” Ansel asked suddenly. ” Celaena knew that she meant the fading bruises and cuts on her face.
Not that you have anything to worry about, she wanted to shout over her shoulder. She couldn’t run six measly miles in the desert. As she walked back to her room, Celaena had a horrible feeling that here, being Adarlan’s Assassin might not count for much. Later that night, when she and Ansel were both in their beds, Ansel whispered into the darkness: “Tomorrow will be better. ” That was easy enough for Ansel to say. She didn’t have a reputation to uphold—a reputation that might be crumbling around her.
Chapter Three Celaena dressed in the nicest tunic she’d brought—which wasn’t really anything to admire, but the midnight blue and gold did bring out the turquoise hues in her eyes. She went so far as to apply some cosmetics to her eyes, but opted to avoid putting anything on the rest of her face. Even though the sun had set, the heat remained. Anything she put on her skin would likely slide right off. Ansel made good on her promise to retrieve her before dinner and pestered Celaena with questions about her journey during the walk to the dining hall.