Throne Of Glass Funny Quotes

Sam's hand brushed her shoulder, and she almost jumped out of her skin as he brought his mouth close to her ear and murmured, "You look beautiful. Though I bet you already know that." She most certainly did.

Celaena?” Sam asked into the dark. “Should I worry about going to sleep?” She blinked, then laughed under her breath. At least Sam took her threats somewhat seriously.

Aelin would likely laughed to see him now. The man who had stumbled out of her room after she’d declared that her cycle had arrived. Now sitting in this fine room, mostly naked and not giving a shit about it.

You're back," Sam said, as if he couldn't quite believe it. She lifted her chin, stuffing her hands in her pockets. "Obviously." He tilted his head slightly to the side. "How was the desert?" There wasn't a scratch on him. Of course, her face had healed too but... "Hot," she said. Sam let out a breathy chuckle.

Dorian might have found it funny—so typically Celaena to make such a flamboyant return—had he not been utterly petrified. She had drawn a line in the sand. Worse than that, she’d defeated one of the king’s deadliest generals. No one had done that and lived. Ever. Somewhere in Wendlyn, his friend was changing the world. She was fulfilling the promise she’d made him. She had not forgotten him, or any of them still here. And perhaps when they figured out a way to destroy that tower and free magic from his father’s yoke, she would know her friends had not forgotten her, either. That he had not forgotten her. So Dorian let his father rage. He sat in on those meetings and shut down his revulsion and horror when his father sent a third minister to the butchering block. For Sorscha, for the promise of keeping her safe, of someday, perhaps, not having to hide what and who he was, he kept on his well-worn mask, offered banal suggestions about what to do regarding Aelin, and pretended. One last time. When Celaena got back, when she returned as she’d sworn she would … Then they would set about changing the world together.

But embracing Sam was different, somehow. Like she wanted to curl into his warmth, like for one moment, she didn’t have to worry about anything or anybody. “Sam,” she murmured into his chest. “Hmm?” She peeled away from him, stepping out of his arms. “If you ever tell anyone about me embracing you … I’ll gut you.” Sam gaped at her, then tipped his head back and laughed. He laughed and laughed, until dust lodged in his throat and he launched into a coughing fit. She let him suffer through it, not finding it very funny at all. When he could breathe again, Sam cleared his throat. “Come on, Sardothien,” he said, slinging an arm around her shoulders. “If you’re done liberating slaves and destroying pirate cities, then let’s go home.” Celaena glanced at him sidelong and grinned.

My father has gotten it into his head that he needs a Champion.” It took a delicious moment for her to understand. Celaena tipped back her head and laughed. “Your father wants me to be his Champion? What—don’t tell me that he’s managed to eliminate every noble soul out there! Surely there’s one chivalrous knight, one lord of steadfast heart and courage.” “Mind your mouth,” Chaol warned from beside her. “What about you, hmm?” she said, raising her brows at the captain. Oh, it was too funny! Her—the King’s Champion! “Our beloved king finds you lacking?

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.

I’ve only heard my clients whispering about it every now and then. But there's a group that's formed right here in Rifthold and they want to put Aelin Galathynius back on Terrasen’s throne.” Her heart stopped beating, Aelin Galathynius, the lost heir of Terrasen. “Aelin Galathynius is dead,” she breathed. Archer shook his head, “They don’t think so, they say she's alive and that she’s raising an army against the King. She’s looking to reestablish her court, to find what's left of King Orlons inner circle.” She just stared at him, willing her fingers to unclench, willing air into her lungs. If it were true - no, it wasn’t true. If these people actually claimed to have met the heir to the throne, then she had to be an impostor.

Aelin slumped into the chair beside Chaol’s. Rowan laid a hand on her shoulder, and when she looked up, she found him near laughter. “What’s so funny, exactly?” she hissed. Rowan smirked. “That for once, you are the one who gets knocked on your ass by a surprise.” Aelin stuck out her tongue.

Hello, Lorcan.” “You think that was funny?” “It was worth a shot, wasn’t it?” “I’m going to kill you.” “Ah, about that,” she said as she shifted her wrist just enough for him to feel the blade she’d flicked free in the moment before she’d sensed his attack—the steel now resting against his groin. “Immortality seems like a long, long time to go without your favorite body part.” She pressed the blade harder against him. “Big risk to take, isn’t it?

Sam” she murmured into his chest. “Hmm?” She peeled away from him, stepping out of his arms. “If you ever tell anyone about me embracing you… I’ll gut you.” Sam gaped at her, then tipped his head back and laughed. He laughed and laughed, until dust lodged in his throat and he launched into a coughing fit. She let him suffer through it, not finding it very funny. When he could breathe again, Sam cleared his throat. “Come on, Sardothien,” he said, slinging an arm around her shoulders. “If you’re done liberating slaves and destroying pirate cities, then let’s go home.

I meant it about the bath,” she said, twisting the faucets and plugging the drain. “You stink.” “Tell me everything.” “I will, when you’re soaking in the bath and don’t smell like a vagrant.” “If memory serves, you smelled even worse when we first met. And I didn’t shove you into the nearest trough in Varese.” She glared. “Funny.” “You made my eyes water for the entire damn journey to Mistward.” “Just get in.” Chuckling, he obeyed.

We’ll keep an eye on things—and if you appear to be heading toward Dark Lorddom, I promise to bring you back to the light.” “Funny.

Can you smash a bottle with the power of your mind?" Anna said. Brand looked around him and spotted an empty glass iced tea bottle on the arm of a lawn chair. He went over, picked it up, and smashed it against the pavement. He said," Mind move hand. Hand move bottle. Bottle smash.

You haven’t said anything about your magic,” she murmured, her fingers still working his scalp. He tensed. “What about it?” “I take it it’s gone. How does it feel to be as powerless as a mortal?” He opened his eyes to glare. “It’s not funny.” “Do I look like I am laughing?” “I spent the first few days sick to my stomach and barely able to move. It was like having a blanket thrown over my senses.” “And now?” “And now I’m dealing with it.” She poked him in the shoulder. It was like touching velvet-wrapped steel. “Grumpy, grumpy.

You look younger than I thought.” Aelin stared at the sea, even as her stomach tightened. “But just as good-looking right?” “At least my daughter was right about your humility.” “Funny, she never implied you had a sense of humor.

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.

So you're going to ask Ress and Brullo to just leave the back door open so you can sneak in?" "Don't be so simpleminded. I'm going to walk in through the front door.

Ah, about that," she said, and shifted her wrist just enough for him to feel the blade she'd flicked free in the moment before she'd sensed his attack --- the steel now resting against his groin. 'Immortality seems like a long, long time to go without your favorite body part.

Are you planning on biting the edge of the cue again? Because if you are, I’d like to invite the court painter so I can forever remember the sight.” “Don’t you dare mock me!” “Don’t be so serious.” He aimed the ball and sent it gracefully into a green one, which dropped into a pocket. “You’re immensely entertaining when you’re hopping mad.” “Funny to you,” she said, “infuriating to me.

Čemu tím prospějete, kromě toho, že budu mít v kuchyni pomocnici, jejíž tvář děsí naše hlídky k smrti? Myslíte, že někoho z nás těší poslouchat, jak se vy dva každé odpoledne proklínáte a řvete na sebe? Při těch slovech, která používáte, by zkyslo všechno mléko ve Wendlynu." - Emrys