Leigh Bardugo's Blog, page 141
January 4, 2017
lovelyowlsbooks:
I showed this on Twitter last year and didn’t...
I showed this on Twitter last year and didn’t upload it to my tumblr (Oops!) but yes, I painted on my copy of Six of Crows by @lbardugo since it’s my favourite book! I painted a Crow and cards on the front, and a skull surrounded by feathers on the back.
I had so much fun painting it over a few weeks and will hopefully do the same to my copy of Crooked Kingdom when I get the chance.
January 3, 2017
shirewalker:
grishanet challenge two: favourite quotes↳...
grishanet challenge two: favourite quotes
↳ “Nikolai,” he corrected. “But I’ve also been known to answer to ‘sweetheart’ or ‘handsome.”
Um this is a very sexy edit.
iprayforangels:
No mourners. No funerals. Kaz “Dirtyhands”...
No mourners. No funerals.
Kaz “Dirtyhands” Brekker from Six of Crows cosplay Part 2. Part one here.
Love.
January 2, 2017
galvthynius:
—I will destroy you.
It was the promise that...
—I will destroy you.
It was the promise that let him sleep at night, that drove him every day, that kept Jordie’s ghost at bay. Because a quick death was too good for Pekka Rollins.
doriaelin:
BOOKS I READ IN 2016 → The Grisha Trilogy by Leigh...
BOOKS I READ IN 2016 → The Grisha Trilogy by Leigh Bardugo
“I might not be a threat, but I could become one.”
ginnyeweasley:
series posters: six of crows // leigh...
series posters: six of crows // leigh bardugo
No mourners. No funerals. Among them, it passed for good luck.
katiemcgrath:
Fear is a phoenix. You can watch it burn a...
Fear is a phoenix. You can watch it burn a thousand times and still it will return /
Crows remember human faces. They remember the people who feed them, who are kind to them. And the people who wrong them too. They don’t forget. They tell each other who to look after and who to watch out for.
― Leigh Bardugo, Crooked Kingdom
Whoa
alarkling:
the dregs meme: [1/5] details - Inej’s daggersSankt...
the dregs meme: [1/5] details - Inej’s daggersSankt Petyr, renowned for his bravery, on the right; the slender,
bone-handled blade she’d named for Sankta Alina on the left. She recited
the names of her other knives, too. Sankta Marya and Sankta Anastasia
strapped to her thighs. Sankt Vladimir hidden in her boot, and Sankta
Lizabeta snug at her belt, the blade etched in a pattern of roses. Protect me, protect me. She had to believe her Saints saw and understood the things she did to survive.
