'I look ridiculous! These pants are absurd, and this shirt is awful.'' 'A few minutes later, Celaena frowned at herself as she hurried after the captain into the foyer. 'I was up until four reading,' she said.' She gulped down the rest of the pomegranate juice and wiped her mouth on a napkin. 'The floor's like ice.' įrom the doorway, Chaol asked, 'Why, might I ask, are you so tired?'

Grumbling, Celaena slithered to the edge of the bed, dangling a hand over the edge to touch the floor. 'Now you're wasting my time.' If he noticed how much skin she was showing, he didn't react. 'Get up.' Chaol ripped the pillows from beneath her head. It would have been nice if the Crown Prince had considered springing her from Endovier earlier so she could have some time to regain her strength how long had he known about this competition, anyway? She didn't care that she had only a few months to beat the other Champions - she needed sleep. 'It's cold,' she moaned, holding her knees to her body. Her nightgown was wrapped around her thighs. She shimmied beneath the blankets, pulling them over her head, but he grabbed the covers and threw them to the floor.

''Wake up.' Not surprisingly, it was Chaol.

And I'm happy to spend the next few hours of my life quoting this most dumbass book if it means AT LEAST ONE PERSON might decide not to waste their money on it, no need to thank me.

I know what you're thinking: Where the fridge tart does Cinderella come in? Isn't this story about, like, a TOUGH-AS-NAILS former-assassin-now-slave competing for her life in, like, the most badass tournament ever? Well. and no further' so to-the-death my foot, and (b) apart from thieves and assassins, a number of the competitors are actually ex-guards and random other criminals, for the most part disposable enough not to warrant names, and I'd only consider a small handful of them to be gifted at anything]? I mean, you really have to be TALENTED to go from all of *that* Exciting Sounding Awesomeness to - well - to Throne of Glass.Īfter reading the Q & A included in the back of my book, though, it all started to make sense, and I wish I'd known before buying this stupid-ass book that it's inspired by DISNEY'S CINDERELLA, of all things. Are you kidding me? What the hell is this shit? How do you screw up your story quite so badly after starting from an INCREDIBLE premise involving the most notorious assassin in the land - now a slave - being offered the chance to win back her freedom, sort of, in a 'to-the-death tournament - fighting the most gifted thieves and assassins in the land' opponent in a position of sure death.

Throne of glass books in order