After reading this little gem of a novella, I'm mourning; mourning for Sam and his comforting simplicity and easy smiles. To think back (or forward) upon the scenes in Throne of Glass where Celaena plays the piano, or when she looks out of the window in her massive room in the palace - all the while thinking about Sam, it breaks my freaking heart. 
 Gah, this series is driving me crazy in a very good way.