Monday, September 28, 2015

Monday Excerpt: In the Moonlight

Now Playing: Mikolai Stroinski, Marcin Przybyłowicz, and Percival  - Silver for Monsters (Witcher 3 OST)

[Introduction].

Uh. So.

Okay.

I. . .don't think very highly of this book. Read it two years ago, raged at it, read it again after I found the first three books at the library. My Goodreads review of it is just a string of never-ending questions because it is is just that baffling to me. This entire series just does not understand anything about assassins. It's borderline mystifying that it could get so much wrong and not show a single sign of improvement.

But this scene. . .is awesome.

(Although after speaking to my brother about it, he questions why the monster was aiming for her legs and not, y'know, her throat, but we're operating on Rule of Cool here, people).

The writing actually improves a lot more in the following books, but this is one of the better, more memorable moments of the first one. So I've included it! What? I don't have justify myself to anyone >_>

Mild spoilers ahead, after Celaena discovers the identity of the murderer.

(cover art from the UK and Australian edition)

She dropped her cape to the floor. 
With a roar that shook the castle, the ridderak ran after her. 
Celaena remained before the door, watching as it galloped at her, sparks flying from its claws as they struck stone. Ten feet away, it leapt straight toward her legs. 
But Celaena was already running, running straight at those black, rotting fangs. The ridderak jumped for her, and she hurtled over the snarling thing. A thunderous, splintering boom erupted through the chamber as the ridderak shattered the wooden door. She could only imagine what it would have done to her legs. She didn't have time to think. She landed and whirled, charging back to where the creature had crashed through the door and now sought to shake itself free of the pile of wood. 
She threw herself through the doorway and turned left, flying down the stairwell. She'd never make it back to her chambers alive, but if she was fast enough, perhaps she could make it to the tomb. 
Celaena hit the landing, ran for the tomb door, and prayed to gods whose names she'd forgotten, but who she hoped had not yet forgotten her. 
Someone wanted me to come here on Samhuinn. Someone knew this would happen. Elena wanted me to see it--so I could survive. 
The creature hit the bottom landing and charged after her, so close she could smell its reeking breath. The door to the tomb was wide open. As if someone had been waiting. 
Please--please... 
Grabbing onto the side of the doorway, she swung herself inside. She gained precious time as the ridderak skidded to a halt, missing the tomb. It only took a moment for it to recover and charge, taking off a chunk the door as it entered. 
The pounding of her feet echoed through the tomb as she ran between the sarcophagi for Damaris, the sword of the ancient king. 
Displayed atop its stand, the blade shone in the moonlight--the metal still gleaming after a thousand years. 
The creature snarled, and she heard its deep intake of breath and scrape of nails departing stone as the ridderak leapt for her. She lunged for the sword, her left hand wrapping around the cool hilt as she twisted in the air and swung.
- Throne of Glass by Sarah J. Maas 

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