By Sarah J. Maas
The Silent Assassins of the pink wilderness aren’t a lot for dialog, and Celaena Sardothien wouldn’t have it the other method. She’s no longer there to chatter, she’s there to hone her craft because the world’s such a lot feared killer for lease. whilst the quiet is shattered by way of forces who are looking to damage the Silent Assassins, Celaena needs to give you the chance to prevent them, or she’ll be fortunate to depart the barren region alive.
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Wesley, Arobynn’s manservant, peered in. ” This wasn’t a good sign. She kept her face neutral, though, as Arobynn continued watching her. Neither she nor Sam dared speak in the long minutes that passed. She tried not to shake. At last, the three assassins—all men, all cut from muscle and armed to the teeth, filed in. “Shut the door,” Arobynn said to Harding, the last one to enter. ” Instantly, Sam was dragged out of his chair, his arms pinned back by Tern and Mullin. Harding took a step in front of them, his fist flexing.
Why, two days ago, we caught some of his soldiers trying to dig a tunnel beneath our walls. ” Across the table, Mikhail chuckled. “Nothing’s worked yet,” he said. Hearing the noise of their conversation, an assassin at a nearby table pivoted to raise a finger to her lips, shushing them. Mikhail gave them an apologetic shrug. The dining hall, Celaena gleaned, must be a silence-is-requested-but-not-required sort of place. Ansel poured a glass of water for Celaena, then one for herself, and spoke more quietly.
More than a few, she discovered, were actually mute from birth. But all of them seemed full of secrets. As if the fortress and what it offered somehow held the answers they sought. As if they could find whatever they were looking for in the silence. Still, even as they corrected her posture and showed her new ways to control her breathing, she tried her best not to snarl at them. She knew plenty—she wasn’t Adarlan’s Assassin for nothing. But she needed that letter of good behavior as proof of her training.