“
Is she in there?”
“Is who in there?” the skull said coyly.
“Elena—the queen.”
“Of course she is. She’s been in there for a thousand years.” The skull’s eyes seemed to glow.
“Don’t mock me, or I’ll peel you off this door and melt you down.”
“Not even the strongest man in the world could peel me from this door. King Brannon himself put me here to watch over her tomb.”
“You’re that old?”
The skull huffed. “How insensitive of you to insult me about my age.”
Celaena crossed her arms. Nonsense—magic always led to nonsense like this. “What’s your name?”
“What is your name?”
“Celaena Sardothien,” she ground out.
The skull barked a laugh. “Oh, that is too funny! The funniest thing I’ve heard in centuries!”
“Be quiet.”
“My name is Mort, if you must know.”
“Can I expect all of our encounters to be this pleasant?”
“Aren’t you even going to knock, after all that? You truly have no manners.
”
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Sarah J. Maas (Crown of Midnight (Throne of Glass, #2))