by Sad122
Gods, it was boiling in this useless excuse for a kingdom.Or maybe it felt that way because Celaena Sardothien had been lounging on the lip ofthe terra-cotta roof since midmorning, an arm flung over her eyes, slowly baking in thesun like the loaves of flat-bread the city’s poorest citizens left on their windowsillsbecause they couldn’t afford brick ovens.And gods, she was sick of flatbread—teggya, they called it.
by Rahul_Panna
Six years ago, Sky had the best summer of his life in his grandmother's village. He made a true friend who shared his dreams and adventures. But their friendship was cut short when his friend suddenly disappeared without a trace. Now, at 16, Sky still wonders what happened to his friend and why he never got to say goodbye.