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oretsev · 1 year
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hi helloo, i'd just written a novel in ur askbox about s&b and then tumblr crashed and it was all lost :') maybe for the better because it was a total mess of thoughts lmao so let me try to summarise my feelings a bit (im sorry this turned out REALLY long)
i HATE that they speedran s&s and r&r in the most bullshit way possible. the entire amplifier hunt was basically removed, at least journey-wise - they just. find the sea whip in that one cave and then they go to morozova's workshop and thats it?? wheres the shu han quest. where the fuck is the ACTUAL spinning wheel. and why is alina not hounding everyone to find the firebird??? she's supposed to be obsessively seeking it now, why does she barely seem to care? also where's the actual ending to siege and storm. WHERE is my darkling & alina fight. wheres her being saved by mal... where's her white hair !!!! idk that scene was my favourite and once i knew we were getting a tv show i really wanted to see this on screen :((
all the characters and relationships they cut... harshaw, misha, ONCAT, tamar&nadia (because lbr they basically weren't there), honestly i even missed sergei and stigg (who i'd barely even remembered before), nadia and adrik as siblings even. they just cut all these people and their journeys with alina for what, a fetch quest for a magic sword?
also, where's the apparat and the soldat sol? we hear people call alina 'sankta', sure, but the entire religious part of ruin and rising is just. completely sidelined. which is really weird because it's so important!! tolya and tamar's faith is basically nonexistent and i don't like it at all
the whole firebird reveal was soooo boring. like i'm sorry but that scene in the book? absolutely perfect. but in the show... it's just a story! baghra just tells mal and thats it! honestly this entire season was so much telling and not showing too, soooo much exposition and it just really didnt work
now then. ive put this off long enough but. the fucking ending. dude... i don't even know where to begin. how do you fuck up the rewrite of your book so badly that the entire moral of your book is just. completely lost?? literally the entire trilogy is built on the "what is infinite? the universe and the greed of men" quote. you CANNOT disregard that in this way. the point of the entire story is that alina's greed is punished! she loses her powers and she loses mal (sort of). the fold is destroyed by her power but not by her, because she never should have had that much power! now... she loses nothing. she has her power, she has three amplifiers, she brought mal back with merzost (which is still. insane to me like i legit laughed out loud when that happened) and now she's general of the second army and also soon probably queen of ravka??? she doesnt lose ANYTHING to her greed.
and with the ending too... where the hell are they going to take this next? because theyre sure as hell not following the kos duology storyline, what with alina now being nikolai's general instead of zoya (which im also. really pissed off about because zoya's story is SO important and theyve just. shoved her to the side)
i also have some thoughts about the crows and how theyve been handled of course i just don't feel as passionately about them (also because they shouldnt have been in this show in the first place but thats just my opinion <3) but i do wonder how theyre gonna start the soc spinoff when theyve basically done so much of the crooked kingdom plot already? and inej is literally already sailing and finding slavers like... i have no idea how theyre going to dothis spinoff and make everyone happy
very small last points but im so mad that they did the "an ordinary life full of ordinary things" line and then decided to. include nikolai? what the actual fuck? and then they didnt even GIVE malina their ordinary life... sorry im so so angry about this ending
i'm sure ive got more to say but this is already wayy too long and i don't wanna bother u anymore but ive just been mad for 3 days straight and really needed to get this off my chest <3 im really disappointed that theyve managed to screw up my favourite book series of all time so i'm just going to reread r&r and forget this season exists :D hope u have a nice day and thank u for reading this dump slfksdj
RIP but ty for venting!!! i totally get everything you’re saying. all of this comes down to the writers smashing basically all of the books into one season for NO reason. all of the things that make the trilogy & duology interesting & compelling & complex are gone bc there’s no time to show them. it’s constantly going GO GO GO with the plot, & for what?? nothing got added to these characters this season, i didn’t feel any impact during any of the big reveals, i didn’t get any emotional payoff from these characters’ journeys.
& why change the ending the way they do? eric’s already said that a season 3 would go back & touch on s&s things they didn’t address. so this ending is meant to draw out alina & mal’s stories, but why do it this way? why backtrack like that? you could certainly draw out the trilogy without speed-running the original ending like this, but that doesn’t fit whatever weird narrative he has for the crows ig.
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bloodofthefates · 10 months
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x. continued from here with @chaoslulled
No defensive maneuver was without its risks, they’d calculated time and time again, put in place every precaution their technological and Grisha forces could muster but nothing would ever ensure full protection for an infant united Ravka still nursing old war wounds. They were susceptible to attack, foreign forces pushing at their borders in a test of boundaries and military strength but the Demon King and Dragon Queen that ruled were only nightmarish rumors and stories told to children that scared them into submission until they revealed themselves on the field of battle. If the creature of darkness looming overhead with its insatiable thirst for blood hadn’t been enough to make their forces turn and tuck tail, the shadowed wingspan above the storm clouds swirling with rumbles of thunder in its wake certainly was. At one with her dragon form, Juris’s power courses through her like the electric current she wields. They are somehow together as one and still separate in mind but Zoya’s focus falters when instantly she feels a shift in her universe. The nagging sensation to finish off her prey with the flames they deserve festering in the dragon’s throat fights against her own will, her urge to descend lower to the ground. With stubbornness of steel, she commands power over the form she shares and wields it as her own personal weapon when she continues to feel the unease of something off, something terribly wrong. The insecurity and uneasiness of the General combined with the sheer pent up power between her and Juris’s influence was in need of an escape, a conduit to exert itself if she didn’t want to end up lighting up the entire Grand and Little Palace in a matter of seconds. Delivering the lethal blow to their opposing forces in a blinding barrage of lightning even as they began to retreat, there was no chance of warning she could give to her own ranks below that made the beast’s heart entwined with her own twinge with regret.       
Barreling toward the ground, the creature landed in carnage, shifting forms to revert Zoya to her own body but with her hair strewn wild and free by the force of the electrical current still humming through her before vanishing along with the silver flash of her eyes; the last traces of the dragon subverting to her subconscious. She knows he’s hurt even without having to see the blood, she sensed it from yards away but Zoya sighs in visible relief to find Nikolai at least staggering to stand on his own two feet. Her ill attempt at humor to lighten the levity of his injury is short-lived, drawn forward to support his weight against her shoulder as her arm goes around him not only to hold him up but to duck her head and inspect the wound at his side for herself. 
Eyeing the blue ribbon in his hand, Zoya takes it gently and looks up to meet his eyes as she pockets it in her kefta with the care of a precious gem. “This is more than a scratch you idiot. I told you I had it handled.” She admonishes him, the only way Zoya’s ever known how to show someone how much she truly cares for them when refusing to give in to her greatest fears and worries. “They don’t call me Sankta Zoya for nothing then. Come on, I’d rather not let my King bleed out to death, rather pathetic way to go…” She pulled at his shirt to see the damage better, face fleetingly grave as she realized the amount of blood he’d already lost “Healer! Now!”
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justdaphne · 3 years
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Reading siege and storm was basically like:
- this is boring
- UGH THIS DOUCHE AGAIN
- ay?
- sturmhond?
- another amplifier?
- oh my god they are twinss
- oo
- HE IS SO DRAMATIC I-
- what is happening
- oh. Another-
- DUDE, UGH
- I have a feeling he’s nikolai
- this is boring
- oh?
- YOU SEE. YOU SEE. HE IS NIKOLAI
- I LOVE HIM
- NO I ACTUALLY LOVE HIM
- NIKOLAIII
- the apparat is he good is he bad I don’t get it
- wha- but she’s like 17 and he’s- okay? I don’t-
- Alina is mad bahaha
- oo someone’s jealous
- Vasily?
- ANOTHER AMPLIFIER??
- this is uhm.
- I don’t get it
- MAL PLS. STOP IT JUST BE HAPPY-
- everyone is already calling her the sun queen lmao
- mmmm
- ???
- MAL DID NOT. ZOYA DID NOT. THEY DID NOT.
- INFRONT OF ALINA TOO GOODBYE I CANT DO THIS
- *intense screaming*
- I mean Alina u got urself a fine looking prince.
- VASILY WHY R U SO DUMB
- U DID NOT JUST CALL UR BROTHER A-
- ah that mf is back
- WIDJEJDJEJD NIKOLAI DOESNT GIVE A SHIT
- GENYA. HE DID NOT. MY POOR BABY😭
- eh?
- what are they doing?
- oh. She suddenly has white hair.
- SHE HAS HIS POWERS OH.
- ngl white hair alina hot.
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insanefandomshipper · 3 years
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Storm witch
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lethologica-writes · 3 years
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alina starkov☀
soldier. summoner. saint.
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inkbirdie · 2 years
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FALL S&B AESTHETIC WEEK
Day: 4/7
Character: Zoya Nazyalensky 
Color: Blue
Vibe check: Those rainy autumn afternoons where the sky is gray and there might be a few flashes of lightning, and it’s gorgeous and clear but stormy and windy and it’s almost freezing outside and you might see a few occasional snowflakes, and it's obvious that winter is almost here, and it’s beautiful.
Quote: “Autumn’s poplars are flaming torches lighting the way to winter.” -Nova S. Blair
Opinions: Zoya is probably my favorite grishaverse character. She’s incredibly strong and brave, and I loved reading her arc from the petty, conflicted mean girl to the regal, slightly-less-mean queen. I think she loves rain and would like to watch it, and autumn rain is so beautiful. Imagine soft Zoya walking through the woods with Nikolai with leaves underfoot as rain is drizzling rhythmically on the trees. I love her.
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jonbernthalslut · 2 years
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“then i will love her from my grave” nikolai,,,, baby boy,,,, i fucking swear to god u can’t just say shit like that it’s too romantic and i will die and also i fully agree with ur adoration of zoya nazyalensky. zoya of the lost city. zoya of the garden. zoya bleeding in the snow. sankta zoya of the storm. general nazyalensky. the storm witch. the dragon queen. i love her too
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jomiddlemarch · 2 years
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You will hear thunder and remember me
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“I’m afraid I do not understand you, Zoya Nazyalenskaya,” Alekander said, icily formal, suddenly, dreadfully resembling Dame Baghra, who was rumored to be some relative of his, though neither of them ever spoke of it and there was not one Grisha living who’d dare inquire. There was no cane gripped tight in his hand, but his left hand was balled up into a fist, half-hidden by the flare of his kefta at his hip. She’d wondered idly, lying sated in his bed, if he had them specially tailored, if he had a secret tailor, an otkazat’sya who took payment in the Tsar’s aurelians and altered the standard pattern to flatter the General of the Second Army’s particular form, the embroidery done with a finer hand, an artist’s touch to the black-work. She’d never asked, their pillow-talk not running to his wardrobe or hers, oddly impersonal for all the pleasure they’d given each other. And now, she had run out of chances.
“Do you have your keftas made bespoke? They’re cut differently than everyone else’s,” she heard herself saying, almost startled by how calm her voice was, how ordinary, as if she were asking Marie to pass the dish of smoked herring. That was a mistake, to imagine herring; her gorge rose and it was an effort to keep from vomiting, but she was the most powerful Squaller of her generation and she exerted herself. “Or do you use something besides Corecloth?”
“Sankta Maradi— I am asking the questions, not you,” he replied, less icy, but darker. Fiercer. She thought of storms over the ocean, how wide the sea was and how much greater than any one Grisha. It was soothing.
“You didn’t ask me a question,” she said. “You said you didn’t understand.”
“Must I speak to you as to a child?” he snapped.
“That is a question,” she nodded, pretending they were equals and there was not some small part of her cowering in the face of his barely contained wrath. “No, you needn’t. There are children enough at the Little Palace.”
“And there will be one more,” he said, his gaze shifting to her waist as if he could see anything different. Perhaps he could, she’d never fully understood the breadth of his power. Sometimes she had liked that, but it was like swimming at the shore, how you could go too far, find yourself in depth that could not be reached, at the mercy of unknown creatures. “In due course.”
“You like children. You’ve always said that. Why are you troubled by one more?” she said. “It may not even be Grisha anyway—”
“It will be Grisha,” he said.
“You’re so sure of that? Healer Søren wasn’t,” Zoya said. “When a Grisha conceives by an otkazat’sya, it’s not always guaranteed, she said. We’d have to wait until they could be tested, like any child.”
“I have more experience of this situation than Healer Søren,” he said. “I have more knowledge of the child’s heritage—”
“He’s First Army, the father,” Zoya said. “Clever enough for one of them, but that’s all—”
“It’s not,” Aleksander said. “The tracker is something, someone unusual. Perhaps that’s why you lay with him that night.” She had barely mentioned Mal but evidently Aleksander had done his own reconnaissance.
Zoya thought back to that day, not the night Aleksander suggested, to Mal’s sturdy frame and wide smile, the way he alternated between deference and a certain cockiness, his obvious appreciation of her, his admiration, so far from Aleksander’s own approach. It was a novelty, taking an otkazat’sya to her bed, a novelty to the object of such adoring desire, to command without any concern that she would alienate his interest, indeed, for her authority to be an attraction equal to, or even surpassing, her lithe figure, the provocation of her dark eyes, the lush curve of her breast and waist and ass. She brushed her hand across the blue silk of her kefta, as if she were smoothly out a wrinkle, settling herself down, when she was only reminding herself of Mal’s hands and the wonder in his eyes when she’d unfastened her uniform and pushed him down onto her camp-bed, the dizzying, unexpected flare of her power when he’d reached up and touched her bare thigh.
“Would you believe me if I said it was too much kvas on an empty stomach?”
“No,” he answered curtly, still clearly angry.
“It was worth a try,” she said. “You want me to explain myself? Tell me, who am I speaking to, General Kirigan or Aleksander?”
“That’s irrelevant,” he said.
“I disagree. That’s still permitted, isn’t it? To have an opinion you don’t agree with, to make a choice of my own, even if you don’t like it?”
“Answer the General first,” he said.
“I had an assignation with a soldier of the First Army, which is not forbidden. The difficult crossing of the Fold interfered with my ability to take certain precautions,” Zoya said, using the tone for reporting to a senior officer. “Grisha are encouraged to have children, if their safety is not compromised by it. And there were no obvious reasons for me to end this pregnancy, no indications it would be seen as a burden. Sir.”
“I will speak to Søren and Kostyk about the interference of the crossing,” he said. “That is…anomalous. And what would you say to Aleksander?”
“That our attachment was not exclusive, prior to the crossing. That since the discovery of the Sun Summoner, your attentions have wandered further than the wastes of Fjerda, the unplumbed depths of the Isenvee,” Zoya replied, trying to keep any offense from her voice and knowing she failed. “She has been the chief object of your focus since you tested her, the sole object, despite what we were to each other. When I found I was with child, I didn’t think you’d be interested, let alone bothered. I certainly didn’t think you’d take any notice of the child of an otkazat’sya sire. Unlike the rest of Ravka, among the Grisha, our bodies are our own, our command over them absolute, because the world would control us all if it could. You are not my child’s father. Your anger at me is misplaced—”
“My anger is borne of years you cannot know, a life you have not lived, Zoya,” he said, finally a bit softer.
“Then be angry at your past, Aleksander,” she said. “Not me, not the tracker. Not my child.”
“I am afraid,” he said. Admitted. He looked away, past her, somewhere she couldn’t follow or envision. Perhaps the Sun Summoner, Starkov who could become dreamy and then sharp with the swiftness of a bird taking flight, perhaps she could see what he regarded or perhaps she was the one he feared. Feared-for.
“Is that a confidence or a confession?”
“I have spent my life preparing for these days,” he said, ignoring her question. “There were prophesies I could not afford to take too seriously, nor dismiss. There were conclusions I had to draw from Morozova’s work and that of the other Saints. And yet, there was nothing to tell me how it would be, when I finally found the one who could match my shadows, no way to know how it would feel to be responsible for all of you and at your mercy—”
“You’re telling me and not Starkov,” Zoya said. She hated to use the woman’s name, Alina, to speak it aloud. It was too close to the beginning of a friendship, too easy to hear Mal calling out to a comrade, did you see Lina?
“I tell her other things,” he said. “You and I, we—”
“You’ve made it clear there is no we, there was no we,” Zoya interrupted.
“We are soldiers, veterans,” he said. “We have spent our lives knowing we are Grisha, knowing our power and its risk. She understands other things.”
“Will you send me away?” Zoya asked, suddenly tired. She had to come away from him knowing at least the practicalities.
“Would you be a mother to the child? You may bear it and refrain,” he offered. Søren had said the same and she’d considered it.
“Unless we are at war when it is my time,” she said. “Then Genya has said she would Tailor me and the baby so we might flee.”
“It will not come to that,” Aleksander said.
“You just said you didn’t know it would be like this? How can you be sure?” Zoya said.
“I was making you a promise, malen’ka burya,” he said. He’d not often used the term, part endearment, part honorific, and not once since Starkov had been discovered. It came to her that he spoke not as her superior, nor her lover, but as something she’d never imagined he could be, a friend, flawed and hopeful, kind, disappointing, terrifyingly candid.
“Oh, well. I take it you are not entirely unhappy about my situation?” she said.
“I am glad there will be a child. Your child, with their own gifts and those of their parents. A child for me to love,” he said. “Perhaps, to stand as vyusher.”
“You would subject yourself to a Suli ceremony? A bond you could never break?”
“I told you, I am glad and I am afraid. There cannot be any combination that drives a Grisha more powerfully,” he said.
Love, she thought, the love he felt for Starkov and for any child Starkov would bear, conceived of their most ardent lust and a tenderness exceeding merzost, but he had made himself her friend, so she held her tongue.
“Then perhaps you will do me a small favor,” she said, smiling as she had done when she wanted to invite him to further intimacies and as she had never done, the smile she would offer Fedyor or Genya.
“What?”
“Let me abstain from that disgusting smoked herring. And don’t suggest creamed or salted or stewed,” she said, shuddering. “You’d be doing a favor to all of us, frankly, as I cannot promise to keep my revulsion…contained.”
“Granted,” he said. “And if you come to me in a few month, begging for its return, alone or in some mind-boggling combination with pastila and bryndza, I will make sure you are given a platter’s-worth without any comment.”
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lambicpentametre · 3 years
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i just Tore through reading the grishaverse books (shadow and bone all the way to king of scars; i haven’t gotten my hands on rule of wolves yet) after finishing shadow and bone on netflix, and of course (of course!) it was enough to distract me from either of the two fics i’m supposed to be working on right now and actual schoolwork. so! :/ sorry to those of you who might be hoping for more elle alle voir content, this is decidedly Not that. whoops. 
be warned: spoilers for the shadow and bone trilogy and nikolai’s duology are ahead!
INTRO: this is a king of scars/ruin and rising AU wherein alina performed her “miracle” on the fold but then... disappeared. mal, unfortunately, is dead, and so is the darkling; his body was burned on a funeral pyre as in the book, but alina’s body was never recovered. all they found of sankta alina was the fetter of the sea whip’s scales in pieces. morozova’s colllar (and alina herself) were nowhere to be seen. instead, alina was subsumed into the phantom fold body and soul when she killed the darkling just like elizaveta stealing the darkling’s corpse and she’s been living in the fold for the past three years with the rest of the saints, most of whom scoff at her “sainthood” and belittle her whenever they get the chance (looking at you, elizaveta). i do like to imagine that eventually, alina and juris have a tentatively okay relationship, somewhere between alina’s relationship with botkin and her relationship with zoya by the end of siege and storm, i.e., i am going to hit you but only because i like you and i want you to get better at fighting but i can’t tell you that to your face so instead i will show you with this super awesome punch i learned, isn’t that cool? 
SET-UP: like sankta lizabeta and sankt juris, alina has also been performing miracles, specifically at keramzin and at her altar in the fold, showering the people in meteor showers every day at noon, bright falling stars that you could see even at the highest point of the sun. nikolai and zoya (and yuri) still make their pilgrimage to the various places that claim miracles on their way to the rosewood, and at keramzin they witness sankta alina’s miracle of light. of course, it only makes nikolai think of another night he watched the stars fall from the heavens with alina, and when he finally pays homage to the saint who saved him and his country, he’s blinded by a star heading straight for him. when the light finally disappears and nikolai lowers his hands from his eyes, he’s shocked to find he’s holding something he’d thought he’d never see again: the lantsov emerald, last seen in the possession of one alina starkov. this only lights an even brighter fire under nikolai’s ass to get to the fold, wherein he, zoya, and yuri are taken by the saints into the phantom fold. 
so with that super long intro/set-up, here’s a scene i wrote of alina and nikolai’s reunion, set right after nikolai et al. arrive in the fold. 
Nikolai watched nervously as Juris led Zoya away, leaving him alone with a woman he’d thought long dead.
“She’ll be okay,” Alina said, watching as he fiddled with the dirt-stained cuff of his jacket. “If Zoya can survive Baghra and the Darkling, Juris will be a piece of cake.”
“It’s not Zoya I worry for,” Nikolai said, thankful for the reprieve she offered him. “My general is a capable woman. I fear for Sankt Juris’ life.”
Alina smiled wistfully. “It’s nothing but a half-life we live here. A facsimile of existence.” She wrapped her arms around herself, staring out across the empty sands of the phantom Fold. 
She looked so sad and alone in that moment, it was all Nikolai could do to not sweep her into his arms, steal Zoya away, and spirit them all out of this dreadful place, wherever they were.
“Saints, Alina,” he said after a moment. “I missed you.”
When Alina looked back at him, he could see the tears shining in her eyes, and before he knew what he was doing, he’d crossed the room and gathered her into a crushing hug. That was all it took for the dam to break, for the second he’d pulled her to his chest, Alina began sobbing with a grief he could barely imagine. He held them both up as she trembled, petting her bone-white hair. 
As she finally quieted down and her cries subsided, Nikolai tucked her head under his chin and pressed a kiss to the crown of her head. Alina took a deep breath, and he found himself following her. 
“I’m sorry it took me so long to find you,” he whispered. “If I’d known—” 
Alina turned in his arms, staring up at him. “You couldn’t have predicted this would happen. None of us knew what to expect. But you came when I called, and you’re here now, and we’ll get out of this together, us and Zoya and that twig of a priest you dragged with you,” she said, disdain for Yuri evident in her voice.
“With Sol Koroleva and Zoya so firmly against him, I’m not sure I’d want to bet on Yuri right now,” he laughed.
Alina pouted but then straighted up in his arms. “Well, when Zoya and I agree on something, we’re usually right.” 
Nikolai reluctantly let Alina go. The inherent warmth of the Sun Saint felt enough to banish the demon for a moment, and as soon as she stepped away he could feel the monster rising to the surface, as if to follow her. Like calls to like, didn’t the Grisha say? He could never be sure who it was, himself or the monster, but one of them grabbed her hand, and when she looked at him again, it felt like the sun breaking through the clouds after a violent storm.
“Nikolai?” she asked, worry perched on her brow.
“I… have something for you,” he said lamely. And though he did, the truth of it was he didn’t want her to leave him alone with the monster just yet. So he tugged her arm until she was standing before him and with his free hand reached into his pocket for the object that had sat there since he’d received it.
Slowly, gently, he pulled out the Lantsov Emerald and watched Alina’s face light up with recognition.
“Of course, it was already one of the flashiest pieces in the Lantsov collection, but now it’s been blessed by the Sun Saint herself,” Nikolai teased. “So I’m not sure I should give it back to you just yet, since you seem so intent on losing it.”
Alina was holding her breath. “I wasn’t sure it would work,” she said finally. “I didn’t know if it would— if I could—” 
Nikolai clasped their hands together. “Anything worth doing—”
“—starts with a bad idea,” Alina finished with a sad smile. 
“I love it when you quote me.”
She stared at the ring. “I was so afraid,” she began. “That it wouldn’t work, that you’d finally come all this way to see me and I’d fail. But it was the only way I knew to show you it was really me, that I was still here.
“To give it up, to give it back… It was the only thing I had left, and it felt like if I’d lost it—” 
Then I had lost you. 
Nikolai didn’t need to hear the words fall from her lips to know them. 
Alina looked away, but Nikolai brought their hands up to his lips and pressed a light kiss to her fingers to make her look at him again. 
“I kept it safe for you,” he said softly.
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chloefrazer · 3 years
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i finished rule of wolves at work today and i just have to say. sankta zoya of the storms, zoya of the garden, zoya of the lost city, zoya bleeding in the snow, general nazyalensky, commander nazyalensky, storm witch, dragon queen, queen of ravka MY BELOVED <3
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booknerdateen · 3 years
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The Grishaverse Series
A mini dramaticness before we begin
Also note: there are spoilers so beware
It all started with Six of Crows. I read the book either last year or a few years ago. The news came when Shadow and Bone was being adapted into a show. So, I decided to go down the rabbit hole and read the trilogy before I watched the show so I can get a more depth of the world and all that. I finished the books with eight days to spare. A few days after I finished the season, I went to Barnes to get the other books. I already had Six Of Crows, but y’all can never have too many copies. Soon, I reentered the world of the Crows. Finally at last, I was able to read Crooked Kingdom (one of my best friends been dying for me to read CK). After the catastrophe of CK’s ending, I delved into King of Scars. I didn’t really know much about Nikolai’s duology besides it being about him, Zoya, and Nina. With the annoying ending of Scars, I started Rule of Wolves the next day. I started this journey from Alina and the Darkling to the Crows and their hiesting to seeing Nina’s happiness and Nikolai and Zoya dealing with their demons-figuratively and literally. So, here we are reaching and end of an era for me. I am glad I got to read an amazing series of this world.
The Grisha Trilogy
Aright yall!
I went into the trilogy not knowing much, besides the teaser trailer knowledge
I went in trying to not be biased about the Darkling cuz Ben Barnes
Did it affect me, yes yes it did
Although I don’t like Darkling
Some of y’all hate me for this but I ship Darklina
Yes yes, they toxic, but man you can’t convince me Darkling and Alina had that amazing chemistry in the first book
Not counting when Alina found out bout his true intentions and all that
I didn’t understand why we hated Mal until half way through Siege and Storm
I’m not Malina, but I can understand why we ship them
My amazing love of my life, Nikolai/Stormhund!
Him revealing himself as the prince, omg
Nikolai planting a kiss on Alina and her hitting him afterwards, love it
Tamar and Toyla are amazing!
I actually didn’t realize they were Shu until King Of Scars
Do I see why they betrayed Alina and used her for the Apparat (who needs to freakin die!), yes
Should they’ve, no but I see why though
Harshaw is me half the time
I love him teaming up with a random cat and called him Oncat pure wholesome
Alina going back to the Palace to start the Second Army and understandably putting a whole in the cafeteria ceiling, yes bruh
It’s not the cafeteria but I can’t remember what it’s called so hush
I thought she was gonna murder someone with that cut
Zoya declaring her alliance to Alina
Alina being sus about Zoya….I get that
Genya’s iconic “I am not ruined, I am ruination” I freakin love that!
Nikolai putting his father in his place and potentially exposing the king to r*pe
I freakin lived for that!
I did suspect that what happened between him and Genya, but it was more implied until R&R
Deaths=man, we lost some amazing peeps
Founding out Mal is the third amplifier, blew my mind
Mal dying=was not having that
Mal resurected=didn’t think it had worked, but it did
Darkling being stabbed and killed by his own knife by Alina…..wow
I didn’t like that
Sorry not sorry
I thought it felt a little rushed when that happened
I’m still confused on how he died
Overall: 9/10 I loved it
Six of Crows Duology
I don’t remember what happened in this book when I first read it
I longing to live to be part of the Crows
I love their friendship
Reminds me of my friends
“Compromise. I’m sorry does the trick and uses fewer bullets”
I’ll probably do a post about my favorite lines of the books
Oh yes, so I read SoC after watching S&B
Reading Nina and Matthias’ parts with the shipwreck and all that and it being the same as their scenes in the show
I loved that
Well vice versa it should be….show being line for line like the book with them
“Please, my darling Inej, treasure of my heart, won’t you do me the honor of acquiring me a new hat”
I actually texted my mom that but reworded it as a way of asking her to get Taco Bell breakfast after her PT
It worked
Wesper, Kanej, Helnik=yesssss
My cinnamon roll Wylan
Jesper, Inej, and Wylan hijacking a fjierdan tank=high speed chase but with teenagers
The 180* that Van Eck and Kaz kept doing in the end, omg
Van Eck being a total evilness, man I wanted to smack him
Inej almost giving up on escaping
Kaz pushed Wylan against the wall about to kill him
Jesper’s father being afraid of Little Jesper being killed cuz Jes being grisha
Speaking of that, I did not see that coming
Kaz and Jesper getting into a fight and Wylan and Kuweii being the only ones concerned
Jesper Llewellyn Fahey
Jesper kissing Kuweii thinking he was Wylan
Wylan being broken-hearted
Them making up ahhhhh
The auction….that’s it that’s the only thing
Matthias being shot
Him going to Nina to say he loves her
Chapter 40= I tossed the book and dramatic screamed (not actually screaming)
Omg, Wylan finding out his mother aint dead but in a rehab place bruhhhhh
Kaz reuniting Inej with her parents
Kaz’s small steps of touching people again
Overall: 10/10 I’m biased about this duology
Nikolai Duology
Nikolai transforming into darkling creature at night is the equivalent of a werewolf turning at night (depending if we do every full moon and all that)
Nina burying Matthias’ body 😭
He found peace
Nina being the best necromancer grisha
Nina wanting to choke the ever living death out of Brun
Genya and David being married
Nadia and Tomar being married
David threating the monk
The monk 🤦🏾‍♀️
Wait no, the “Starless Saint” Cult 🤦🏾‍♀️
Nina mentioning about the Crows, mentally not verbally
Kuweii setting a tree on fire
The fold universe is very confusing
Sankta Eve…whats her name betraying them all to bring Darkling to life
Zoya being amazing as always
The Apparat really needs to die
I cannot stand that dude
The attenpted assination on Nikolai and Princess Shu (I forgot her name)
Isaak willingly to take Nikolai’s place while he in the fold
Isaak falling in love with Princess Shu
Or should i say “Princess Shu”
Isaak deserved better
Darkling ressurected 🙄
Nina and Hanne 💜
Freakin Brum I swear
Ramus deserved to die
Alina, Mal, Misha, and Oncat cameo
The Crows cameo!
Inej cameo in the end!
“Captain Ghafa”
Darking decided to give a redemption
Why….just why
Zoya turning into a dragon, that’s my zoya!
Nikolai turning into darkling creature to risk Ravka’s future
Brum being exile
Mwhahah
Hanne tailored as Ramus bruhhhh
I feel like Hanne is a trans coded character, I’ll go depth in another post
Freakin fjeirda in general
Fjeirda soldiers bowing down to “Sankta Zoya”
Nikolai stepping down the throne
Giving the throne to Zoya!
Queen Zoya
David’s death….I was not prepared for that 😭
Inej suspecting Alina to be actually Alina to Nikolai
Nikolai brushing her off as an old friend from the country
“I need Stormund to send a message to Kaz Brekker. I have a job for him”
Not word for word but ya know
Six of Crows 3??!?!?!! Ahhh
Overall: 8/10 loved it!
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@saintprivateer inspired me to draw ripped Zoya with a sword because her sketches were AMAZING.
She’s in Little Palace active wear with her summoner symbol on them! Also she’s wielding a Sankta Juris inspired sword with storm clouds with lightning, dragon wings and silver eyes! Also you bet she has scars from training and battle, so #givezoyabattlescars2k19 because she’s a badass General.
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