Shadow and Bone by Leigh Bardugo (z-lib.org).mobi
“Besides,” she said, “you don’t want to attract too much attention from theKing.” Her voice was light, but I saw a shadow pass over her features as shestrode across the room and opened the door to let the servants rush back in.They pushed me behind an ebony screen inlaid with mother-of-pearl stars sothat it resembled a night sky. In a few moments, I was dressed in a clean tunicand trousers, soft leather boots, and a grey coat. With disappointment, I saw thatit was just a clean version of my army uniform. There was even a littlecartographer’s patch showing a compass rose on the right sleeve. My feelingsmust have shown on my face.“Not what you expected?” Genya asked with some amusement.“I just thought …” But what had I thought? Did I really think I belonged inGrisha robes?“The King expects to see a humble girl plucked from the ranks of his army, anundiscovered treasure. If you appear in a kefta, he’ll think the Darkling’s beenhiding you.”“Why would the Darkling hide me?”Genya shrugged. “For leverage. For profit. Who knows? But the King is …well, you’ll see what the King is.”My stomach turned. I was about to be presented to the King. I tried to steadymyself, but as Genya hurried me out of the door and down the hall, my legs feltleaden and shaky.Near the bottom of the stairs, she whispered, “If anyone asks, I just helpedyou get dressed. I’m not supposed to work on Grisha.”“Why not?”“Because the ridiculous Queen and her more ridiculous court think it’s notfair.”I gaped at her. Insulting the Queen could be considered treason, but Genyaseemed unconcerned.When we entered the huge domed hall, it was crowded with Grisha in robes ofcrimson, purple and darkest blue. Most of them looked to be around my age, buta few older Grisha were gathered in a corner. Despite the silver in their hair andtheir lined faces, they were strikingly attractive. In fact, everyone in the roomwas unnervingly good-looking.“The Queen may have a point,” I murmured.“Oh, this isn’t my handiwork,” said Genya.I frowned. If Genya was telling the truth, then this was just further evidencethat I didn’t belong here.Someone had seen us enter the hall, and a hush fell as every eye in the roomfastened onto me.
A tall, broad-chested Grisha in red robes came forward. He had deeply tannedskin and seemed to exude good health. He made a low bow and said, “I amSergei Beznikov.”“I’m—”“I know who you are, of course,” Sergei interrupted, his white teeth flashing.“Come, let me introduce you. You’ll be walking with us.” He took me by theelbow and began to steer me towards a group of Corporalki.“She’s a Summoner, Sergei,” said a girl in a blue kefta with flowing browncurls. “She walks with us.” There were murmurs of assent from the otherEtherealki behind her.“Marie,” said Sergei with an insincere smile, “you can’t possibly besuggesting that she enter the hall as a lower-order Grisha.”Marie’s alabaster skin went suddenly blotchy, and several of the Summonersgot to their feet. “Need I remind you that the Darkling is himself a Summoner?”“So you’re ranking yourself with the Darkling now?”Marie sputtered, and in an attempt to make peace, I interjected, “Why don’t Ijust go with Genya?”There were a few low snickers.“With the Tailor?” Sergei asked, looking aghast.I glanced at Genya, who simply smiled and shook her head.“She belongs with us,” protested Marie, and argument broke out all around us.“She’ll walk with me,” said a low voice, and the room went silent.
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- Page 23 and 24: “Sure,” I said. But I didn’t.
- Page 25 and 26: CHAPTER 2The morning passed in a bl
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- Page 31 and 32: were actually guarding me. Like a p
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- Page 53 and 54: on the earthen floor and built a fi
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- Page 59 and 60: CHAPTER 6I dreamed that I was back
- Page 61 and 62: ease in slowly. Military life had l
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- Page 75 and 76: CHAPTER 8After a restless night, I
- Page 77 and 78: toothily at me. Marie looped her ar
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- Page 85 and 86: CHAPTER 9It was a complete disaster
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- Page 89 and 90: I nodded.“Homesick?”I shrugged.
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- Page 95 and 96: knowing that I fitted into my new l
- Page 97 and 98: pushed my plate away. The prospect
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- Page 105 and 106: I thought back, remembering Ana Kuy
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A tall, broad-chested Grisha in red robes came forward. He had deeply tanned
skin and seemed to exude good health. He made a low bow and said, “I am
Sergei Beznikov.”
“I’m—”
“I know who you are, of course,” Sergei interrupted, his white teeth flashing.
“Come, let me introduce you. You’ll be walking with us.” He took me by the
elbow and began to steer me towards a group of Corporalki.
“She’s a Summoner, Sergei,” said a girl in a blue kefta with flowing brown
curls. “She walks with us.” There were murmurs of assent from the other
Etherealki behind her.
“Marie,” said Sergei with an insincere smile, “you can’t possibly be
suggesting that she enter the hall as a lower-order Grisha.”
Marie’s alabaster skin went suddenly blotchy, and several of the Summoners
got to their feet. “Need I remind you that the Darkling is himself a Summoner?”
“So you’re ranking yourself with the Darkling now?”
Marie sputtered, and in an attempt to make peace, I interjected, “Why don’t I
just go with Genya?”
There were a few low snickers.
“With the Tailor?” Sergei asked, looking aghast.
I glanced at Genya, who simply smiled and shook her head.
“She belongs with us,” protested Marie, and argument broke out all around us.
“She’ll walk with me,” said a low voice, and the room went silent.
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