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V.E. Schwab

A Darker Shade of Magic

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  • prozacje citiralaпре 6 година
    The prince ended nearly every sentence with a period. Even the questions. Rhy was the same way, and Kell thought it must simply be a by-product of never being told no.
  • chandanaje citiraoпре 4 године
    but men who waded into waters claiming they could swim should not need a raft
  • kiriakieirinispanouje citiraoпре 4 дана
    He could smell Grey London (smoke) and White London (blood), but to him, Red London simply smelled like home.
  • kiriakieirinispanouje citiraoпре 4 дана
    that he smelled like freshly cut flowers. Some said tulips. Others stargazers. Chrysanthemums. Peonies. To the king of England, it was always roses.
  • kiriakieirinispanouje citiraoпре 4 дана
    traveled, someone invariably told him that he smelled like freshly cut
  • Mananya Ugadhije citiraoпре 2 месеца
    Purity without balance is its own corruption.
  • coleje citiraoпре 4 месеца
    Priste ir Essen. Essen ir Priste.

    “Power in Balance. Balance in Power.”
  • kaylenechetty07je citiraoпре 4 месеца
    Such is the quandary when it comes to magic, that it is not an issue of strength but of balance. For too little power, and we become weak. Too much, and we become something else entirely.
  • Snowje citiralaпре 7 месеци
    The stone hummed against Kell’s palm, and he realized it wasn’t calling only to him now. It was calling to its other half. Beside him, Lila drew yet another blade from beneath her coat. But this one wasn’t an ordinary knife. It was a royal half-sword from Red London.

    Kell’s mouth fell open. “Where did you get that?” he asked.

    “Nicked it off the guard who tried to kill me,” she said, admiring the weapon. He could see the markings scrawled across the blade. Metal that disabled magic. “Like I said, you can never have too many knives.”

    Kell held out his hand. “Can you spare it?”

    Lila considered him a moment, then shrugged and handed it over. Kell fingered the grip as she drew out her pistol and began to reload it.

    “Are you ready?” she asked, spinning the chamber.

    Kell gazed through the gate at the waiting castle. “No.”

    At that, she offered him the sharpest edge of a grin. “Good,” she said. “The ones who think they’re ready always end up dead.”

    Kell managed a ghost of a smile. “Thank you, Lila.”

    “For what?”

    But Kell didn’t answer, only stepped forward into the waiting dark.
  • Snowje citiralaпре 7 месеци
    Kell’s eyes widened a fraction in surprise, and then narrowed. “Do you honestly think you could keep it from me, if I wished to take it?”

    In an instant, Lila had the rook in one hand and her knife in the other. The brass knuckles of the handle glinted in the candlelight while the stone hummed low and steady, as if whispering to Kell.

    “Try it,” she sneered.

    Kell stopped walking and looked at her. “What is wrong with you?” he asked, sounding honestly baffled. “Do you care so little about your life that you would throw it all away for a few hours of adventure and a violent death?”

    Lila frowned. She’d admit that, in the beginning, all she wanted was an adventure, but that wasn’t why she was insisting now. The truth was, she’d seen the change in Kell, seen the shadow sweep across his eyes when he summoned that clever cursed magic, seen how hard it was for him to return to his senses after. Every time he used the stone, he seemed to lose a bigger piece of himself. So no, Lila wasn’t going with him just to satisfy some thirst for danger. And she wasn’t going with him just to keep him company. She was going because they’d come this far, and because she feared he wouldn’t succeed, not alone.
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