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ALINA STARKOV In Shadow and Bone, ‘The Making at the Heart of the World’
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With a start, I realized that the room smelled like him. I had never even noticed that he had a scent. I shut my eyes and breathed deeply. What was it? The crisp edge of a winter wind. Bare branches. The smell of absence, the smell of night.
— A Poem About White Apples, by Valzhyna Mort
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ALINA STARKOV & MAL ORETSEV Shadow and Bone - No Shelter But Me
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She looked down at his gloved hand clutching hers. Everything in her wanted to say yes, but she would not settle for so little, not after all she’d been through.
SHADOW AND BONE | Episode 8
SIX OF CROWS | LEIGH BARDUGO
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SHADOW AND BONE ↳book > screen
“You were children. Was there no one to protect you?” “Was there anyone to protect you?” She paused behind him. “You protected me, Kaz.” “The fact that you’re bleeding through your bandages tells me otherwise.”
She glanced down. A red blossom of blood had spread on the bandage tied around her shoulder. She tugged awkwardly at the strip of towel. “I need Nina to fix this one.” He didn’t mean to say it. He meant to let her go. “I can help you.”
He was so close now. His mind took in the shell of her ear, the hair tucked behind it, that rapid pulse fluttering in her throat. Alive, alive, alive.
After all she’d endured, he was the weak one. But she would never know what it was like for him to see Nina pull her close, watch Jesper loop his arm through hers, what it was to stand in doorways and against walls and know he could never draw nearer. But I’m here now, he thought wildly. He had carried her, fought beside her, spent whole nights next to her, both of them on their bellies, peering through a long glass, watching some warehouse or merch’s mansion. This was nothing like that. He was sick and frightened, his body slick with sweat, but he was here. He watched that pulse, evidence of her heart, matching his own beat for anxious beat. He saw the damp curve of her neck, the gleam of her brown skin. He wanted to…He wanted. -Crooked Kingdom
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JESPER FAHEY & WYLAN VAN ECK Shadow and Bone, ‘Rusalye’.
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