Shadow and Bone by Leigh Bardugo (z-lib.org).mobi
“Peace on your terms,” said one of the Shu Han angrily.“It will not stand,” blustered a Fjerdan.The Darkling looked them over and said very calmly, “Peace on my terms. Oryour precious mountains and your saintsforsaken tundra will simply cease toexist.”With crushing certainty, I understood that he meant every word. Theambassadors might hope it was an empty threat, believe that there were limits tohis hunger, but they would learn soon enough. The Darkling would not hesitate.He would not grieve. His darkness would consume the world, and he wouldnever waver.The Darkling turned his back on their stunned and angry expressions andaddressed the Grisha and soldiers on the skiff. “Tell the story of what you’veseen today. Tell everyone that the days of fear and uncertainty are over. Thedays of endless fighting are over. Tell them that you saw a new age begin.”A cheer went up from the crowd. I saw a few soldiers muttering to each other.Even some of the Grisha looked unnerved. But most of their faces were eager,triumphant, shining.They’re hungry for this, I realised. Even after they’ve seen what he can do,even after watching their own people die. The Darkling wasn’t just offeringthem an end to war, but an end to weakness. After all these long years of terrorand suffering, he would give them something that had seemed permanentlybeyond their grasp: victory. And despite their fear, they loved him for it.The Darkling signalled to Ivan, who stood behind him, waiting for orders.“Bring me the prisoner.”I looked up sharply, a fresh bolt of fear shooting through me as Mal was ledthrough the crowd to the railing, his hands bound.“We return to Ravka,” said the Darkling. “But the traitor stays.”Before I even knew what was happening, Ivan shoved Mal over the edge ofthe skiff. The volcra screeched and beat their wings. I ran to the railing. Mal wason his side in the sand, still within the protective circle of my light. He spat sandfrom his mouth and pushed himself up with his bound hands.“Mal!” I cried.Without thinking, I turned on Ivan and punched him hard in the jaw. Hestumbled back against the railing, stunned, and then lunged at me. Good, Ithought as he grabbed me. Throw me over too.“Hold,” said the Darkling, his voice like ice. Ivan scowled, his face red withembarrassment and anger. He relaxed his grip but didn’t let go.I could see the confusion of the people on the skiff. They didn’t know whatthis show was about, why the Darkling was troubling with a deserter or why his
most valued Grisha had just punched his second in command.Pull it back. The command rang through me and I looked at the Darkling inhorror.“No!” I said. But I couldn’t stop it; the dome of light began to contract. Mallooked at me as the circle shrank closer to the skiff, and if Ivan hadn’t beenholding me, the look of regret and love in his blue eyes would have sent me tomy knees. I fought with everything I had, every bit of strength, everythingBaghra had taught me, and it was nothing in the face of the Darkling’s powerover me. The light inched closer to the skiff.I gripped the railing and cried out in rage, in misery, the tears streaming downmy cheeks. Mal was standing at the edge of the gleaming circle now. I could seethe shapes of the volcra in the swirling dark, feel the beat of their wings. Hecould have run, could have wept, could have clung to the sides of the skiff untilthe darkness took him, but he did none of those things. He stood unflinchingbefore the gathering dark.Only I had the power to save him – and I was powerless to save him. In thenext breath, the darkness swallowed him. I heard him scream. The memory ofthe stag reared up before me, so vivid that for a moment the snowy glade swamin my vision, the image of it transposed over the barren landscape of the Fold. Ismelled the pines, felt the chill air on my cheeks. I remembered the stag’s dark,liquid eyes, the plume of his breath in the cold night, the moment when I knewthat I would not take his life. And finally, I understood why the stag had come tome every night in my dreams.I’d thought the stag was haunting me, a reminder of my failure and the pricemy weakness would exact. But I was wrong.The stag had been showing me my strength – not just the price of mercy butthe power it bestowed. And mercy was something the Darkling would neverunderstand.I had spared the stag’s life. The power of that life belonged to me as surely asit belonged to the man who had taken it.I gasped as understanding flooded through me, and I felt that invisible gripfalter. My power slid back into my hands. Once more, I stood in Baghra’s hut,calling the light for the first time, feeling it rush towards me, taking possessionof what was rightfully mine. This was what I had been born for. I would neverlet anyone separate me from it again.Light exploded from me, pure and unwavering, flooding over the dark placewhere Mal had stood only moments before. The volcra that had hold of himshrieked and released its grip. Mal fell to his knees, blood streaming from hiswounds as my light enveloped him and drove the volcra back into the darkness.
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“Peace on your terms,” said one of the Shu Han angrily.
“It will not stand,” blustered a Fjerdan.
The Darkling looked them over and said very calmly, “Peace on my terms. Or
your precious mountains and your saintsforsaken tundra will simply cease to
exist.”
With crushing certainty, I understood that he meant every word. The
ambassadors might hope it was an empty threat, believe that there were limits to
his hunger, but they would learn soon enough. The Darkling would not hesitate.
He would not grieve. His darkness would consume the world, and he would
never waver.
The Darkling turned his back on their stunned and angry expressions and
addressed the Grisha and soldiers on the skiff. “Tell the story of what you’ve
seen today. Tell everyone that the days of fear and uncertainty are over. The
days of endless fighting are over. Tell them that you saw a new age begin.”
A cheer went up from the crowd. I saw a few soldiers muttering to each other.
Even some of the Grisha looked unnerved. But most of their faces were eager,
triumphant, shining.
They’re hungry for this, I realised. Even after they’ve seen what he can do,
even after watching their own people die. The Darkling wasn’t just offering
them an end to war, but an end to weakness. After all these long years of terror
and suffering, he would give them something that had seemed permanently
beyond their grasp: victory. And despite their fear, they loved him for it.
The Darkling signalled to Ivan, who stood behind him, waiting for orders.
“Bring me the prisoner.”
I looked up sharply, a fresh bolt of fear shooting through me as Mal was led
through the crowd to the railing, his hands bound.
“We return to Ravka,” said the Darkling. “But the traitor stays.”
Before I even knew what was happening, Ivan shoved Mal over the edge of
the skiff. The volcra screeched and beat their wings. I ran to the railing. Mal was
on his side in the sand, still within the protective circle of my light. He spat sand
from his mouth and pushed himself up with his bound hands.
“Mal!” I cried.
Without thinking, I turned on Ivan and punched him hard in the jaw. He
stumbled back against the railing, stunned, and then lunged at me. Good, I
thought as he grabbed me. Throw me over too.
“Hold,” said the Darkling, his voice like ice. Ivan scowled, his face red with
embarrassment and anger. He relaxed his grip but didn’t let go.
I could see the confusion of the people on the skiff. They didn’t know what
this show was about, why the Darkling was troubling with a deserter or why his