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#Free hugs for everyDarkling
stromuprisahat · 3 years
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... He remembered how Elizaveta had craved sensation—the taste of wine, the touch of skin, the feel of soft earth beneath her feet. Aleksander cared for none of this. He only wished that it wasn’t winter. He wanted to turn his face to the sun and feel it warm him. The cold frightened him now. It felt like death, like the long silence of not being, without sense of time or place, only the understanding that he must hold on, that someday, there would be an end to the terrible stillness. He’d been a long time in the dark.
one of Darkling’s chapters in Rule of Wolves (Leigh Bardugo)
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stromuprisahat · 3 years
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... Eryk looked down at the little camp. Winter would be hard here—long nights, brutal cold—and the otkazat’sya village they’d skirted on the trek was uncomfortably close. But he knew the way his mother thought. Once the deep snows came, no one would venture into these mountain passes even to hunt. The camp would be secure.
Eryk didn’t much care. He would have lived next door to a garbage gully if it meant a roof over his head, hot meals, waking up in the same room every morning without his heart hammering as he tried to remember where he was.
The Demon in the Wood (Leigh Bardugo)
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stromuprisahat · 3 years
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I've just finished Rule of Wolves, and I'm SO pissed.
I'll be very mean and bitchy about plenty of specific parts in following few days.
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stromuprisahat · 3 years
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Flyers had brought them to the plains north of Sikursk. From there, they’d been forced to continue on foot. The winds that tore through these peaks made flight too risky. Ahead of them, bracketed by Sun Soldiers, the Darkling trudged on. His hands were bound and he still wore the black robes of the Starless. It was as if he didn’t feel the cold.
48. Nikolai; Rule of Wolves (Leigh Bardugo)
He does. He’s just used to it. And afraid of it. It’s not like you could offer him some decent clothes...
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