Ruin and Rising (Shadow and Bone, #3)

by Leigh Bardugo

You ask David about the properties of phosphor or Nadia about her freckles—”

Alina has some serious internalised masogyny that she needs to deal with

We’d made the wise choice, done the right thing. I had to believe that logic would bring comfort in time. Tonight, there was just this too-quiet room, the ache of loss, knowledge deep and final as the tolling of a bell: Something good has gone.

shivers

If I was related to Morozova, that meant I was related to the Darkling. And that meant I’d almost … the thought made my skin crawl.

Cassie Clare who

Maybe love was superstition, a prayer we said to keep the truth of loneliness at bay.

The stars looked as if 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.

We didn’t quite fit together. We had edges so jagged we cut each other sometimes,

“Mal is the third amplifier.”

Decent twist?

Without the third amplifier, my power was no match for the Darkling’s in a head-on confrontation. He’d proved that in no uncertain terms.

Has he tho