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К грядущему сезону, который рискует разбить сердца зрителей...💔

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Ravenheart

Xandria - Ravenheart

Come to me, Ravenheart Messenger of evil You shadow of forgotten dreams You come to take away My hope on your black wings

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In the Menagerie (В зверинце)

"Six of Crows" - illustration for the book

"Шестёрка воронов" - иллюстрация к книге

"...She tried. Her vision was blurring, but she could make out a pale, shiny scar on Kaz’s neck, right beneath his jaw. She remembered the first time she’d seen him at the Menagerie. He paid Tante Heleen for information – stock tips, political pillow talk, anything the Menagerie’s clients blabbed about when drunk or giddy on bliss. He never visited Heleen’s girls, though plenty would have been happy to take him up to their rooms. They claimed he gave them the shivers, that his hands were permanently stained with blood beneath those black gloves, but she’d recognised the eagerness in their voices and the way they tracked him with their eyes. One night, as he’d passed her in the parlour, she’d done a foolish thing, a reckless thing. “I can help you,” she’d whispered. He’d glanced at her, then proceeded on his way as if she’d said nothing at all. The next morning, she’d been called to Tante Heleen’s parlour. She’d been sure another beating was coming or worse, but instead Kaz Brekker had been standing there, leaning on his crow-head cane, waiting to change her life." Leigh Bardugo "Six of crows"

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Jesper and Wylan (four years later)

A headcanon representation of an adult Wylan.

На арте представлен хэдканонный образ взрослого Уайлена.

К фанфику "Под керосиновым дождем", глава 37

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They called him "Dirtyhands"

“Why do you wear the gloves, Mister Brekker?” Kaz raised a brow. “I’m sure you’ve heard the stories.” “Each more grotesque than the last.” Kaz had heard them, too. Brekker ’s hands were stained with blood. Brekker ’s hands were covered in scars. Brekker had claws and not fingers because he was part demon. Brekker ’s touch burned like brimstone – a single brush of his bare skin caused your flesh to wither and die. “Pick one,” Kaz said as he vanished into the night, thoughts already turning to thirty million kruge and the crew he’d need to help him get it. “They’re all true enough.”

На конкурс "Искусство злодейства", номинация "Злодеи разных миров.