Értékelés: Sarah J. Maas - Throne ​of Glass

IMÁDTAM! Ha tehetném, adnék rá 10 csillagot is, de komolyan! Zseniális alapsztori, remek mellékszálak, folyton történt valami, egy perc nyugtom sem volt, amíg olvastam. Nem szívesen tettem le a könyvem, mert itt tartottam attól, hogy amíg távol vagyok tőle, még történik valami fontosabb XD 

Senkit se tévesszen meg a hosszú olvasási idő, csak nem volt időm, vagy kedvem olvasni, de ettől függetlenül imádtam minden percét!

Celaena Sardothien-t imádtam nagyon. Könyvmoly a lelkem, és imádja az édességet! Rossz ember nem lehet, ugyan mi az már, hogy hírhedt assassin?!

A herceg, Dorian Havilliard tipikus hercegeskedő figura volt az elején, de mint korabeli társai, ő is kezd egyre felengedni, és a végére majdnem tökéletes lesz. Chaol Westfall is szerethető karakter, aki szintén menthetetlenül elkezdett vonzódni főhősnőnkhöz... és a herceggel ők hárman remek csapatot alkottak.

Nehemia-t is a szívembe zártam seperc alatt, még egy hivatásos assassin-nak is kell egy igaz barát, nem igaz? 

A palotában Philippa volt Celaena szolgálólánya. Ő öltöztette, hozta a reggelit, sőt, még a nehéz napjain is ott volt mellette. Ugh, nagyon is ismerős az az érzés, mikor majd' megőrülsz a görcsöktől...

Viszont már megint egy utálatos királlyal volt dolgunk. De miért kell mindenhol egy ilyen karakter? Ugyanis Adarlan királya egy félelmet parancsoló, gyomorgörcsöt okozó, valamiben nagyon sántikáló egyén, ami gondolom, majd kiderül a későbbiek folyamán. Minden esetre remek párost alkotott Perrington herceggel. 

Ezt a Kaltain nőszemélyt nagyon nem csíptem... -.-"

Off: A könyvet a puha borítós változatban kezdtem el olvasni, de utána átváltottam az e-book verziójára. Javarészt azért, mert így éjszaka is olvashattam, plusz így sokkal könnyebb volt idézeteket gyűjtögetni. ÚÚú, és kell a folytatás most azonnal! *-* És térkép!!! ❤

Idézetek:

S P O I LE R!!!


"After a year of slavery in the Salt Mines of Endovier, Celaena Sardothien was accustomed to being escorted everywhere in shackles and at sword-point. Most of the thousands of slaves in Endovier received similar treatment—though an extra half-dozen guards always walked Celaena to and from the mines."

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"
It’s clear that you respect me, Duke Perrington, but it’s a bit unnecessary to put such effort into forcing Celaena Sardothien to have the same opinion. You and I know very well she has no love for my family. So perhaps your intent is to humiliate her.” He paused, and she could have sworn his eyes fell on her face."

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"But she’d been trained to be an assassin since the age of eight, since the day the King of the Assassins found her half-dead on the banks of a frozen river and brought her to his keep."

...

"Princes are not supposed to be handsome! They’re sniveling, stupid, repulsive creatures! This one . . . this . . . How unfair of him to be royal and beautiful."

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“If you win, and prove yourself both skilled and trustworthy, my father has sworn to grant you your freedom. And, while you’re his Champion, you’ll receive a considerable salary.”

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"Your Highness— 

It has come to my attention that your library isn’t a library, 

but rather a personal collection 

for only you and your esteemed father to enjoy. As 

many of your million books seem to be present and 

underused, I must beg you to grant me permission 

to borrow a few so that they might receive the 

attention they deserve. Since I am deprived of 

company and entertainment, this act of kindness is 

the least someone of your importance could deign to 

bestow upon a lowly, miserable wretch such as I. 

Yours most truly, 
Celaena Sardothien"


...

"Celaena beamed at her note and handed it to the nicest-looking servant she could find, with specific instructions to give it immediately to the Crown Prince. "

...

"My Most True Assassin, 
Enclosed are seven books from my personal library 
that I have recently read and enjoyed immensely. You are, 
of course, free to read as many of the books in the castle 
library as you wish, but I command you to read these first 
so that we might discuss them. I promise they are not 
dull, for I am not one inclined to sit through pages of 
nonsense and bloated speech, though perharps you enjoy
works and authors who thinks very highly of themselves.

Most affectionatelly,
Dorian Havilliard"

...

“And who, exactly, am I to be, if not a ruthless killer?” “To everyone in this castle,” Dorian said, “your name is Lillian Gordaina. Your mother is dead and your father is a wealthy merchant from Bellhaven. You are the sole heir to his fortune. However, you have a dark secret: you spend your nights as a jewel thief. "

...

“You and the Crown Prince share the same sense of humor, it seems.” “Perhaps he and I will become dear friends, and you will be left to rot.” “Dorian is more inclined to associate with ladies of better breeding and beauty.” She whipped her head to look at him. He smiled. “How vain you are.”

...

“If I have to call myself a jewel thief again—” Chaol raised his brows. “You’ll do what, exactly?” “Do you know how insulting it is to pretend to be some nobody thief from a small city in Fenharrow?” He stared her down, quiet for a moment. “Are you that arrogant?”

...

Where was she? She had difficulty imagining that such a space could be forgotten in a castle filled with so many people, but— The ground was covered with dust. Not even a hint of a footprint.

...

She was sweating when she reached her chambers. She kicked the chair away, swung the stone door shut, pulled the tapestry over it, and flung herself on the bed.

...

Celaena almost cried aloud as she saw them: the pointed, arched ears. The ears of the Fae, the immortal. But no Fae had married into the Havilliard line for a thousand years, and there had been only one, and she was a half-breed at that.

...

Celaena stumbled back from the woman and slammed into the wall. A coating of dust flew into the air around her. Then this man was Gavin, the first King of Adarlan. And this was Elena, the first princess of Terrasen, Brannon’s daughter, and Gavin’s wife and queen. Celaena’s heart pounded so violently that she felt sick. But she couldn’t make her feet move.

...

Celaena turned on her side, and would have gladly fallen asleep again were it not for the metal that cut into her palm. Please tell me this is Chaol’s ring. But she knew it wasn’t. In her hand lay a coin-size gold amulet on a delicate chain. She fought against the urge to scream. Made of intricate bands of metal, within the round border of the amulet lay two overlapping circles, one on top of the other.

...

“You’re not moving your body the correct way. Here, just let me show you.” Though it was the oldest and most shameless trick in the book, he reached over her and put his hand on top of the one that gripped the cue. He then positioned the fingers of her other hand on the wood before lightly gripping her wrist. To Dorian’s dismay, his face became warm. His eyes shifted to her, and, to his relief, he found that she was as red as he, if not more so.

...

“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.

...

Dorian snatched the book from her hands. “Give me that, you demon-woman. I’ll not have you matching us against each other.” He glanced once more at the novel, then turned it over, concealing the title.

...

“You look like a demon,” said Philippa. “Just don’t open your mouth and no one will notice.” “You and I both know that’s not possible.” To her surprise, Philippa laughed. “Happy Yulemas, Celaena,” she said. Hearing Philippa call her by her name sent an unexpected burst of pleasure through her.

...

However, she quickly forgot about her sickness when she saw Dorian Havilliard sitting at the table in her bedroom with crossed legs. He wore a beautiful white-and-gold jacket. “Are you my present, or is there something in that basket at your feet?” she asked. “If you’d like to unwrap me,” he said, lifting the large wicker basket onto the table, “we still have an hour until the temple service.”


...

 He winked at his friend. Then Dorian’s gaze met hers, and Celaena’s blood turned into shooting stars. “Well? Do I need to lecture you about how stupid it was to sneak into the ball, or can I just ask you to dance with me instead?” “I don’t think that’s a good idea,” Chaol said.


...

“I’m impressed you got up here so quickly—and without a pack of court ladies hounding after you.
Perhaps you should try your hand at being an assassin.” He shook the hair out of his face. “I’m not interested in court ladies,” he said thickly, and kissed her.

...

Consequences be damned. He’d find a way to make it work; he’d find a way to be with her. He had to. He had leapt from the cliff. He could only wait for the net.

...

“I name you Elentiya.” She kissed the assassin’s brow. “I give you this name to use with honor, to use when other names grow too heavy. I name you Elentiya, ‘Spirit That Could Not Be Broken.’ ”

...

Little did I know that the blond-haired girl was Queen of the Underworld.” He smiled ruefully. “Thank you for warning me. You could have opted to say nothing.” “You were the only one who bothered to take me seriously,” she said, smiling with warmth that she meant. “I’m surprised you even believe me.”

...

“Do me a favor, Celaena,” Nox said. The sound of her name startled her. He brought his mouth close to her ear. “Rip Cain’s head off,” he whispered with a wicked grin. Celaena only smiled back at him and nodded. Nox left early that night, slipping out of the castle without a word to anyone.

...

“No, you didn’t,” the princess said. “And yes, I saw everything that you saw; my gifts enable me to see what others normally cannot. Yesterday, the bloodbane Kaltain put in your wine made you see it, too: what lurks beyond the veil of this world. I don’t think Kaltain intended that effect, but it reacted to your blood in that way. Magic calls to magic.” Celaena shifted uncomfortably at the words. “Why did you pretend to not understand our language all these months?”

...

Wyrdmarks are a different kind of power, I’m sure that if people discovered I was using them, I’d be imprisoned for it.”

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