Crown of Midnight

And the world … it was moving on without her.

Celaena was the lost Queen of Terrasen.

Celaena Sardothien wasn’t in league with Aelin Ashryver Galathynius.
Celaena Sardothien was Aelin Ashryver Galathynius, heir to the throne and rightful Queen of Terrasen.

Celaena was Fae.

At least Celaena and Dorian had reached the stairs. He could accept his end if it meant they could escape. He could embrace the darkness when it came.

But death was her curse and her gift, and death had been her good friend these long, long years.

Nehemia was dead.

Chaol stepped up to the line.
“Dance with me,” he said, and held out his hand to her.

Rena Goldsmith’s unearthly music wove through the cavernous space, wrapping them in a spell that he would have called magic had he not known better. But Celaena and Chaol just sat there, staring at each other.

He was glad Davis was dead. Because if Davis had survived, Chaol would have gone back to finish the job himself.