#the grisha trilogy

winterherny:

grishaverse characters: alina starkov, the sun summoner

Maybe love was superstition, a prayer we said to keep the truth of loneliness at bay. I tilted my head back. The stars looked like they were close together, when really they were millions of miles apart. In the end, maybe love just meant longing for something impossibly bright and forever out of reach.

lushcola:

THE MONSTER’S NAME was Izumrud, the great worm, and there were those who claimed he had made the tunnels that ran beneath Ravka. Sick with appetite, he ate up silt and gravel, burrowing deeper and deeper into the earth, searching for something to satisfy his hunger, until he’d gone too far and lost himself in the dark.

It was just a story, but in the White Cathedral, people were careful not to stray too far from the passages that curled around the main caverns. Strange sounds echoed through the dim warren of tunnels, groans and unexplained rumblings; cold pockets of silence were broken by low hisses that might be nothing or might be the sinuous movement of a long body, snaking closer through a nearby passage in search of prey. 

marebarrow:

@grishatrilogynet event six ☼female characters

          for the living and the dead, she would make herself a reckoning. 

                                     SHE      WOULD      RISE.

Sankta Alina

Kaz Brekker

shirewalker:

Nikolina Appreciation Week 2021 ♛ Day 5:Favourite quote

Nikolai leaned back on the railing and studied the balloon tethered above us. At first, I’d assumed it was canvas, but now I thought it might be silk coated with rubber. “Alina…,” he began. I was so unused to seeing Nikolai ill at ease that it took me a moment to realize he was struggling for words. “Alina, the night the palace was attacked, I did come back.”

Was that what was worrying him? That I thought he’d abandoned me? “I never doubted it.”

shirewalker:

Nikolina Appreciation Week 2021 ♛ Day 6:Marriage of convenience/arranged marriage

▶ The Fox and The Sun:
Alina Starkov is the crown princess and ruler of the small kingdom of Solisgrad. When time comes, she must agree to a previously arranged marriage with the prince of neighboring Ravka, Nikolai Lantsov.

The insufferable, damnably handsome young prince she couldn’t stand when they were much younger. Things couldn’t be any worse, could they?

Sankta Alina of the Fold

(a redo of an old piece)

amiramahmood:

[ NIKOLAI LANTSOV ]  nikolai had been told that hope was dangerous, had been warned of it many times. but he’d never believed that. hope was the wind that came from nowhere to fill your sails and carry you home.

stadwatch:

@sixofcrowsnet heist:symbolism

The Sea as Freedom and Hope for Nikolai Lantsov

“Let us bow our heads for the men lost today,” Sturmhond said. “Good sailors. Good soldiers. Let the sea carry them to safe harbor, and may the Saints receive them on a brighter shore.”

bwidow:

2k follower celebration → @wespersaskedthe grisha trilogyorthe hunger games

and there’s nothing wrong with being a lizard either. unless you were born to be a hawk.

williamsherondales:

@sixofcrowsnetheist:alarkling

He leaned against the window, and the gilded frame came into sharp focus. “Do you think it would be any different with your tracker beside you? With that Lantsov pup?”
     “Yes,” I said simply.
“Because you would be the strong one?”
     “Because they’re better men than you.”
“You might make me a better man.”
     “And you might make me a monster.”

Inej Ghafa, Jesper Fahey and Kaz Brekker from the new Netflix series “Shadow and Bone.”

lushcola:

THE MONSTER’S NAME was Izumrud, the great worm, and there were those who claimed he had made the tunnels that ran beneath Ravka. Sick with appetite, he ate up silt and gravel, burrowing deeper and deeper into the earth, searching for something to satisfy his hunger, until he’d gone too far and lost himself in the dark.

It was just a story, but in the White Cathedral, people were careful not to stray too far from the passages that curled around the main caverns. Strange sounds echoed through the dim warren of tunnels, groans and unexplained rumblings; cold pockets of silence were broken by low hisses that might be nothing or might be the sinuous movement of a long body, snaking closer through a nearby passage in search of prey.