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#aelia rereads shadow and bone
alectology-archive · 3 years
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Darklina shippers: tHe dARkLinG mAdE aLinA aCcePt anD cHerIsh hEr pOweRs
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The Darkling actually didn’t want alina to master her powers:
“Impressive,” said the Darkling, his voice coming to us as if from a great distance. “Baghra taught you far too well. But you’re not strong enough for this, Alina.”
and only wanted to use her as a weapon:
“Only the volcra have kept the Darkling from using the Fold against his enemies. They are his punishment, a living testimony to his arrogance. But you will change all that. The monsters cannot abide sunlight. Once the Darkling has used your power to subdue the volcra, he will be able to enter the Fold safely. He will finally have what he wants. There will be no limit to his power.”
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alectology-archive · 3 years
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“You! Tracker! Are you so ready to die for her?” the Darkling called. Mal’s expression didn’t change. He stood, bow at the ready, arrow nocked, turning in a slow circle, searching out the Darkling’s voice. “That was a very touching scene we witnessed,” he sneered. “Did you tell him, Alina? Does the boy know how willing you were to give yourself to me? Did you tell him what I showed you in the dark?”
mr. darkles why are you, a centuries year old war criminal, slutshaming a teenager after purposefully manipulating and trying to seduce her
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alectology-archive · 3 years
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I can’t... the “fine make me your villain” line is from a passage where alina says she can’t support the darkling’s imperialist ambitions
"... I’m the one who will free them from the tyranny of the King.” “And give them your tyranny in return.” “Someone has to lead, Alina. Someone has to end this. Believe me, I wish there were another way.”
... I gave a single shake of my head. He slumped back in his chair. “Fine,” he said with a weary shrug. “Make me your villain.” He set his empty glass down and stood. “Come here.”
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alectology-archive · 3 years
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okay that weird darklina scene from the trailer takes place after alina’s enslaved so I have hope yet for the show
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Fear shot through me, but I made myself rise and close the distance between us. He studied me in the firelight. He reached out and touched Morozova’s collar, letting his long fingers spread over the rough bone, then slide up my neck to cradle my face with one hand. I felt a jolt of revulsion, but I also felt the sure, intoxicating force of him. I hated that it still had an effect on me.
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alectology-archive · 3 years
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“A thousand girls would sell their own mothers to be in your shoes, and yet here you are, miserable and sulking like a child. So tell me, girl. What is your sad little heart pining for?”
She was right, of course. I knew very well that I was homesick for my best friend. But I wasn’t about to tell her that.
'homesick for my best friend' is my new favourite sentence.
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alectology-archive · 3 years
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Baghra's relief was unmistakable, but she wasted no time. “You can slip out with the performers tonight. Head west. When you get to Os Kervo, find the Verloren. It’s a Kerch trader. Your passage has been paid.”
So maybe it's not really a kidnapping per se? And the crows let her go and/or alina and mal escape from them?
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alectology-archive · 3 years
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I kinda wished i hadn't started the shadow and bone reread because there's a bunch of the classic 2012 era girls-hating-on-each-other stuff going on
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alectology-archive · 3 years
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I was so furious I wanted to smack him on the back of his head.
DO IT ALINA
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alectology-archive · 3 years
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started re-reading shadow and bone as if I amn’t reading enough books at the moment already and lmao I forgot how awful Mal got sometimes after watching the trailers
Her lips curled into a small smile as she held Mal’s gaze, watching him over her shoulder until the coach was out of sight. Mal goggled dumbly after her, his mouth slightly open.
“Close your mouth before something flies in,” I snapped.
Mal blinked, still looking dazed.
“Did you see that?” a voice bellowed. I turned to see Mikhael loping toward us, wearing an almost comical expression of awe. Mikhael was a huge redhead with a wide face and an even wider neck. Behind him, Dubrov, reedy and dark, hurried to catch up. They were both trackers in Mal’s unit and never far from his side.
“Of course I saw it,” Mal said, his dopey expression evaporating into a cocky grin. I rolled my eyes.
“She looked right at you!” shouted Mikhael, clapping Mal on the back.
Mal gave a casual shrug, but his smile widened. “So she did,” he said smugly.
Dubrov shifted nervously. “They say Grisha girls can put spells on you.”
I snorted.
Mikhael looked at me as if he hadn’t even known I was there. “Hey, Sticks,” he said, and gave me a little jab on the arm. I scowled at the nickname, but he had already turned back to Mal. “You know she’ll be staying at camp,” he said with a leer.
“I hear the Grisha tent’s as big as a cathedral,” added Dubrov.
“Lots of nice shadowy nooks,” said Mikhael, and actually waggled his brows.
Mal whooped. Without sparing me another glance, the three of them strode off, shouting and shoving one another
I hate these sort of guys.
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alectology-archive · 3 years
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As we drew closer, the King sat up straighter, tense with excitement. He looked to be in his forties, slender and round-shouldered with big watery eyes and a pale mustache. He wore full military dress, a thin sword at his side, his narrow chest covered with medals. Beside him on the raised dais stood a man with a long, dark beard. He wore priest’s robes, but a gold double eagle was emblazoned on his chest.
They literally nailed every detail (and that’s great. wow.) but I love how they decided to make the evil rapist fat? It’s not a good look especially when you consider nina’s casting.
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alectology-archive · 3 years
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I lifted my arm and slashed. With an ear-splitting crack, one of the skiff ’s masts split in two. People bleated in panic and scattered as the broken mast fell to the deck, the thick wood gleaming with burning light. Shock registered on the Darkling’s face.
go you
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alectology-archive · 3 years
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I couldn’t lose the feeling that I’d doomed both of us. The Darkling needed me alive, but what might he do to Mal? I’d been so focused on my own fear and my own future that I hadn’t given much thought to what Mal had done or what he’d chosen to give up. He could never go back to the army, to his friends, to being a decorated tracker. Worse, he was guilty of desertion, maybe of treason, and the penalty for that was death.
Fair, actually. Mal helped Alina although he’d received none of her letters, leading him to believe that Alina didn’t care for him and had easily forgotten him. But he still deserted the army and betrayed the darkling just to help her.
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