She wouldn't ask. Didn't want to know what manner of thing might crawl toward a fire.

I have no name,' she purred. 'I'm whoever the keepers of my fate tell me to be.

Lucien studied the wine in his goblet. 'You don’t hold on to power by being everyone’s friend. And among the faeries, lesser and High Fae alike, a firm hand is needed. We’re too powerful, and too bored with immortality, to be checked by anything else.

My name is Celaena Sardothien,' she whispered, 'and I will not be afraid.

Everyone sounded the same when they died.

There are different kinds of darkness,” Rhys said. I kept my eyes shut. “There is the darkness that frightens, the darkness that soothes, the darkness that is restful.” I pictured each. “There is the darkness of lovers, and the darkness of assassins. It becomes what the bearer wishes it to be, needs it to be. It is not wholly bad or good.