Shadow and Bone by Leigh Bardugo (z-lib.org).mobi

“To the anatomy rooms.”
A chill rippled through me. The Corporalki. Healers … and Heartrenders.
They had to practise somewhere, but I hated to think what that practice might
entail. I quickened my steps to catch up with Genya. I didn’t want to get caught
by myself anywhere near those red doors.
At the end of the hallway, we stopped at a set of doors made of light wood,
exquisitely carved with birds and blooming flowers. The flowers had yellow
diamonds at their centres, and the birds had what looked to be amethyst eyes.
The door handles were wrought to look like two perfect hands. Genya took hold
of one and pushed the door open.
The Fabrikators’ workshops had been positioned to make the most of the clear
eastern light, and the walls were made up almost entirely of windows. The
brightly lit rooms reminded me a bit of a Documents Tent, but instead of atlases,
stacks of paper, and bottles of ink, the large worktables were laden with bolts of
fabric, chunks of glass, thin skeins of gold and steel, and strangely twisted hunks
of rock. In one corner, terrariums held exotic flowers, insects, and – I saw with a
shudder – snakes.
The Materialki in their dark purple kefta sat hunched over their work, but
looked up to stare at me as we passed. At one table, two female Fabrikators were
working a molten lump of what I thought might become Grisha steel, their table
scattered with bits of diamond and jars full of silkworms. At another table, a
Fabrikator with a cloth tied over his nose and mouth was measuring out a thick
black liquid that stank of tar. Genya led me past all of them to where a
Fabrikator was hunched over a set of tiny glass discs. He was pale, reed-thin and
in dire need of a haircut.
“Hello, David,” said Genya.
David looked up, blinked, gave a curt nod and bent back to his work.
Genya sighed. “David, this is Alina.”
David gave a grunt.
“The Sun Summoner,” Genya added.
“These are for you,” he said without looking up.
I looked at the discs. “Oh, um … thank you?”
I wasn’t sure what else to say, but when I looked at Genya, she just shrugged
and rolled her eyes.
“Goodbye, David,” she said deliberately. David grunted. Genya led me
outside onto an arched wooden arcade that overlooked a rolling green lawn.
“Don’t take it personally,” she said. “David is a great metalworker. He can fold a
blade so sharp it will cut through flesh like water. But if you’re not made of
metal or glass, he isn’t interested.”