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June 22, 2018

emmilinne:“‘Drüsje?’ he called, ashamed of the fear in his...



emmilinne:

“‘Drüsje?’ he called, ashamed of the fear in his voice. It was the Fjerdan word for witch, but he had no name for her…He grabbed hold and drew her to him.” ❤️

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Published on June 22, 2018 13:11

emmilinne:
I’ve got a girl crush (on Inej and Nina)

Instagram -...





emmilinne:


I’ve got a girl crush (on Inej and Nina)



Instagram - artbyemmilinne



My ladies! So gorgeous. So ready to mess you up.

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Published on June 22, 2018 13:10

June 21, 2018

stadwatch:
Squaller || Zoya Nazyalensky || Grisha...





stadwatch:


Squaller || Zoya Nazyalensky || Grisha Triumvirate


I am horrible. All these people dead, and I miss pretty things.

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Published on June 21, 2018 09:56

June 16, 2018

rietvelds:
@sixofcrowsnet jobs: ravka  »  sankta alina...













rietvelds:


@sixofcrowsnet jobs: ravka  »  sankta alina starkov


the first time i’d entered the fold, i’d feared the darkness and my own death. now, darkness was nothing to me, and i knew that soon death would seem like a gift.


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Published on June 16, 2018 13:03

merchlings:
@sixofcrowsnet jobs: ravka

GENYA SAFIN
She watched...





merchlings:


@sixofcrowsnet jobs: ravka



GENYA SAFIN


She watched the others move up the steps, then said, “Na razrush’ya. E’ya razrushost. I am not ruined. I am ruination.



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Published on June 16, 2018 13:03

rencrown:

@sixofcrowsnet jobs: ravka

“What is infinite? The...













rencrown:



@sixofcrowsnet jobs: ravka


“What is infinite? The universe and the greed of men.”



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Published on June 16, 2018 13:02

icecourt:
@sixofcrowsnet​ jobs: ravka


↳ locations
the...













icecourt:


@sixofcrowsnet​ jobs: ravka




↳ locations


the firebird didn’t belong to one story, but to a thousand. it
was at the heart of every ravkan myth, the inspiration for countless plays and
ballads, novels and operas. ravka’s borders were said to have been sketched by
the firebird’s flight. its rivers ran with the firebird’s tears. its capital was said to
have been founded where a firebird’s feather fell to earth. a young warrior had
picked up that feather and carried it into battle. no army had been able to stand
against him, and he became the first king of ravka. or so the legend went.

the firebird was ravka.

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Published on June 16, 2018 13:01

June 15, 2018

matthiashelvar:
@sixofcrowsnet jobs ✧ ravka

“let us say,...







matthiashelvar:


@sixofcrowsnet jobs ✧ ravka



“let us say, hypothetically, of course, that the ravkan king has intelligence networks that reach deep within kerch, fjerda, and the shu han, and that he knows exactly how important kuwei yul-bo could be to the future of his country. let us say that king would trust no one to negotiate such matters but himself, but that he also knows how dangerous it is to travel under his own name when his country is in turmoil, when he has no heir and the lantsov succession is in no way secured.”


“so hypothetically, you might be addressed as your highness.”




hypothetically.

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Published on June 15, 2018 08:53

the illustrations in When Water Sang Fire may be my favorite



the illustrations in When Water Sang Fire may be my favorite

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Published on June 15, 2018 08:50

June 14, 2018

azqaban:
alina starkov for @sixofcrowsnet heist:...













azqaban:


alina starkov for @sixofcrowsnet heist: epilogue




“They wanted a Grisha queen. Mal wanted a commoner queen. And what did I want? Peace for Ravka. A chance to sleep easy in my bed without fear. An end to the guilt and dread that I woke to every morning. There were old wants too, to be loved for who I was, not what I could do, to lie in a meadow with a boy’s arms around me and watch the wind move the clouds.”



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Published on June 14, 2018 12:37