Throne Of Glass

Throne Of Glass Chapter 1

After a year of slavery in the salt Mines of Endovier, Celaena Sardithien was accustomed to being escortes everywhere in shackles and at sword-point. Most of the thousands of slaves in Endovier received similar treatment--thought an extra half-dozen guards always walked Celaena to and from the mines. That was expected by Adarlan's most notorious assassin. What she did not usualy expect, however, was a hooded man in black at her side---as there was now.
He gripped her arm as he led her arm as he led jer thought the shinning building in which most of Endovier's officials and overseers were housed. They strode down corridors, up flights of stairs, and around and around until she hadn't the slightest chance of finding her way out again.
Atleast, that what was her excort's intention, because she hadn't failed to notice when they went up and down the same staircase within a matter of minutes. Nor has she missed when they zigzagged between levels, even though the building was a standard grid of hallways and stairwells.