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This books (Shadow and Bone (Grisha Trilogy) [PDF]) Made by Leigh Bardugo About Books Shadow and Bone Orphaned by the Border Wars. The first book in The Grisha Trilogy by the #1 New York Times bestselling author of Six of Crows and Crooked Kingdom.“Mesmerizing. About the Author: Leigh Bardugo is the author of the New York Times–bestselling . Grisha Trilogy. She was born in Jerusalem, grew up in Los Angeles.

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Embeds 0 No embeds. No notes for slide. Book details Author: Leigh Bardugo Pages: Macmillan USA Language: English ISBN Description this book Shadow and Bone Orphaned by the Border Wars, Alina Starkov is taken from obscurity and her only friend, Mal, to become the protegae of the mysterious Darkling, who trains her to join the magical elite in the belief that she is the Sun Summoner, who can destroy the monsters of the Fold.

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Full descriptionShadow and Bone Grisha Trilogy [PDF] Shadow and Bone Orphaned by the Border Wars, Alina Starkov is taken from obscurity and her only friend, Mal, to become the protegae of the mysterious Darkling, who trains her to join the magical elite in the belief that she is the Sun Summoner, who can destroy the monsters of the Fold.

Full description https: If you want to download this book, click link in the last page 5. You just clipped your first slide! Clipping is a handy way to collect important slides you want to go back to later. Now customize the name of a clipboard to store your clips. Visibility Others can see my Clipboard. Cancel Save. Sometimes its as if she forgets to hate me. Its as if I were still the girl she treasured, the doll she loved to dress up and show off to her friends.

Id like to say I resisted such treatment, but I loved every minute of it. Id been ordinary among the Grisha, a pretty girl with a modicum of talent. At the Grand Palace, I was cherished. In the mornings, I would arrive with the Queens tea and shed throw open her arms. Pretty thing! Where shall we walk today?

Shall we go to the gardens or take a trip into town? Shall we find a new gown for you? I didnt realize then what I was giving up, the way the distance would grow between me and the Grisha, how I would lose their language when I didnt take the same classes or know the right gossip or sleep under the same roof.

But I didnt have time to contemplate such things. The Queen fed me on candied plums and cherries soaked in ginger syrup. We painted silk fans and discussed fashionable novels with her friends. She let me pick out which wriggling puppy would be hers and we spent hours choosing his name. She taught me to walk, to curtsy. It was easy to adore her. Even now, its hard not to fall back into the habit of loving her. She is so poised, so regal, a creature of sublime grace.

I help her into her wrap, lush violet silk that makes her eyes glow even brighter. Then I tend to the veins on her hands. Do my knuckles look swollen? Her fingers are heavy with jewels sapphire bands and the Lantsov emerald wedged between them.

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My rings feel tight. They look fine I begin. She frowns. Ill fix them. Im not sure when things began to change, when I started to feel less easy in her company.

I felt her slipping away from me, but didnt know what Id done wrong or how to stop it. I only knew I had to work harder to coax smiles from her, that my presence seemed to bring her less pleasure. I do remember the day I was working on her face, easing the faint furrows that had started to appear across her forehead. When I was finished, she peered into the mirror. I still see a line.

It wont look right, I said, if I keep going. She rapped me once, hard, across my knuckles with the golden handle of her hairbrush. Youre not fooling anyone, she spat. I wont let you make me look a hag. But I pushed down my confused tears and did as she asked, still hoping that whatever Id broken might be repaired. There were good days after that, but there were more when she would ignore me completely, or tug my curls so hard my eyes watered.

She would pinch my chin between her fingers and mutter, Pretty thing. It stopped sounding like praise. Tonight, though, her mood is good.

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I snip a thread from her cuff, smooth the train of her gown. With her blond hair shining in the lamplight, she looks like a gilded painting of a Saint. You should wear the lily in your hair, I suggest, thinking of the blue glass comb Id once helped to make for her in the Fabrikator workshops. She glances at me, and for the briefest moment, I think I see warmth in her gaze.

But it must be a trick of the light, because in the next second, she laughs in her brittle way and says, That old thing? Its long out of fashion. Youre right, of course, I say and curtsy deeply.

The Queen waves one smooth white hand. Surely youre wanted elsewhere?

I know she hopes to wound me, but the girl who flinched at her barbs is long She says it like its the last thing she believes. When I finally get back to my chamber, the lamps have been lit and a fire burns merrily in the grate. One of the serving girls has set a fragrant bundle of kitchen sage on the mantel.

They understand what it is to live beneath this Kings rule. Or maybe it would be 11 the same under any Lantsov.

Ive met the heir, Vasily. He has his fathers soft chin, his wet lower lip. I shudder. If I could wish for anything in this world, it wouldnt be jewels or a coach or a palace in the lake district. Id wish to be a true Grisha again, of coursebut short of that, Id settle for a lock on my chamber door.

I ring for a dinner tray, wriggle out of my ivory silk kefta and into a dressing gown. Only then do I see the ebony box resting on the plush cushions of the window seat.

It is a simple object, completely out of place amid the frothing white and gold ornament of this room. Its elegance lies in the perfection of its angles, in its seamless sides, smooth as glass and polished to a high shine. It doesnt bear his symbol. It doesnt have to. And I dont need to open its gleaming lid to know whats inside. I wash my face, take down my hair, toe off my satin slippers so that I can feel the grooves of the cool wood floor beneath my feet.

All the while, the box lurks just out of my vision like a glossy black beetle. The dinner tray arrivesa truffled cheese tart, wine-braised quail with crispy skin, and fish poached in butter. The food is rich, as always, but it never bothers me. No matter my worries, I can always eat. When Ive finished, I light the lamps in my closet. My kefta hang along one wall wool for winter, silk for summer, thick folds of satin and velvet for when I am still asked to parties.

There are two shelves stacked with rarely worn breeches and blouses, and a row of simple shifts made for me because the Queen does not approve of women wearing trousers.

They smell dreadful when opened, but the colors stay pure. There are other bottles too, full of more dangerous things that Ive buried near the back of the shelf. Theres one in particular that I like to take out when the day has been long. I made it myself and I love the liquids warm golden color, its sweet cinnamon smell.

Dekora Nevich, I call it. The Ornamental Blade. Despite the trappings of my kit, theres plenty of room in my closet. Once I fell out of favor, the new gowns stopped coming.

I outgrew the layers of ruffles and puffed sleeves, and had to slouch to hide how tight my bodice had grown, the way the hems rode up my ankles. The effect was almost obscene. And then one morning I found my childs dresses gone and a kefta, a Grishas most treasured possession outside of an amplifier, hanging on my door. It was white. White and gold. It was livery.

I told myself it meant nothing. It was just a color. I made myself put it on. I fixed my hair, held my head high. I was beautiful in this, as I was beautiful in everything else. Besides, I had nothing else to wear. But I was wrong. That color meant everything. It was a command to the Queens ladies that they shouldnt greet me or acknowledge that Id entered a room. It was an indelible line drawn between me and the other Grisha. It was a signal to the King that he could follow me into my chambers and press me up against the wall, that I was available for his use.

That there was no point to crying out. One night, before a party, I was summoned to the Queens dressing room. I darkened her lashes with black walnut, tinted her lips with peonies grown for me in the Grisha hothouses. I worked quietly, saying nothing, keeping my eyes downcast.

I was to be in her retinue that night, and Id been careful to style my own hair simply. I suppose I could have made myself plain to please her, but some part of me would not allow it.

Her gown was pale green that night, darker at the hem, fresh as new leaves. As I fastened the pearl buttons at her back, she said, A lack of gratitude is unbecoming in a servant.

You should wear the jewels my husband gives you. I saw it then. I understood. Shed known it would happen. Maybe from the first day shed brought me to the Little Palace. She knew him and what he was, but I was the one she resented for it. I stood there, paralyzed, buffeted by two competing winds. I wanted to fall to my knees and bury my head in her lap, to cry and beg for her protection.

I wanted to smash the mirror she feared so much and cut her face to ribbons with it, stuff her mouth with glass and make her swallow every jagged edge of my hurt and shame. Instead, I went to the Darkling. I dont know where I found the audacity. Even as I ran across the palace grounds, a voice in my head was cursing me for a fool, clamoring that I would never be granted audience, that I should turn back around and forget this madness.

But I couldnt bear the idea of returning to the Queens side, of spending the whole night with my nails digging into my palms, smelling her perfume, counting and 14 recounting the line of buttons on that leaf green dress as she held court.

The thought drove my steps all the way to the Little Palace. I wanted to avoid the Grisha in the main hall, so I used the entrance that led directly to the war room.

As soon as I made my request to the oprichnik standing guard, I regretted it. The Darkling had given me to the Queen. He would turn me away now, maybe worse. But the oprichnik returned and simply gestured for me to follow him down the hall.

When I arrived at the war room, a group of Grisha were leavingIvan and several high-ranking Etherealki and Heartrenders I didnt know. Id told myself I would be dignified.

I would plead my case rationally. But when Ivan closed the door, I started to cry. The Darkling might have chastised me or turned his back. But he put his arm around me, sat me down at the table. He poured me a glass of water and waited until I was calm enough to take a gulping sip. Do not let them humble you, he said softly. Id had a speech prepared, a hundred things I wanted to say. All of it went out of my head, and I sputtered the first thing that came into my mind.

I dont want to wear this anymore, I pleaded. Its a servants uniform. Its a soldiers uniform. I shook my head, choking back another sob. He leaned forward and wiped the tears from my cheeks with the sleeve of his own kefta. You will be safe, I promise you that. I looked up at him, not quite believing. But I can promise you this, too: You are a soldier. You could be my greatest soldier. And if you stay, if you can endure this, one day all will know it.

He lifted my chin with his finger. Do you know the King once cut himself on his own sword? A little laugh escaped me. He did? The Darkling nodded, the barest grin playing over his lips. He wears it constantlyjust for show, mind you.

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He forgets it is not a toy by his side, but a weapon. His face grew serious. I can promise you safety, he said. Or I can promise to see your suffering repaid a thousandfold. With the pad of his thumb, he brushed a stray tear from beneath my eye. You decide, Genya. That choice was hard, but this one is easy. I straighten the rows of bottles and shut the closet door. I cross to the window. When I press my face to the glass, I can see the lanterns lit across the palace grounds, and I can just make out the sounds of music playing in one of the ballrooms, the high human wail of violins.

If I could see past the trees, through the dark, I might glimpse the wooded tunnel and, beyond it, down that gentle slope, the golden domes that top the Little Palace.

I open the black wood box, and I feed the letters to the fire, one by one. It hurts, but I can bear it.They smell dreadful when opened, but the colors stay pure. Apologies, moya tsaritsa. She keeps that haughty look, but her shoulders stiffen and she has to work a bit harder to lift her perfect nose in the air. I am, too. I wash my face, take down my hair, toe off my satin slippers so that I can feel the grooves of the cool wood floor beneath my feet.

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