aclcermans:

MOODBOARD | the darkling / aleksander morozova

you live in a single moment. i live in a thousand.

adampairrsh:

character posters ♡ nikolai lantsov

Not bad looking? He’s damnably handsome. Brave in battle, smart as a whip. An excellent dancer. Oh, and an even better shot.

gianlucafalcone:

super fabulous ya lit meme (7/9)
nine quotes: alina starkov, the grisha trilogy

“People fell in love every day. Genya and David. Tamar and Nadia. But were they happy? Would they stay that way? Maybe love was superstition, a prayer we said to keep the truth of loneliness at bay. I tilted my head back. The stars looked like they were close together, when really they were millions of miles apart. In the end, maybe love just meant longing for something impossibly bright and forever out of reach.”

gianlucafalcone:

super fabulous ya lit meme (3/5)
five protagonists: the darkling / the demon in the wood by @lbardugo

“Never let them touch you. Because one touch was enough to reveal it, this gift lurking inside him. It was enough to make him less a boy than a prize.”

ibuzoo:

Name Aesthetics | The Grisha Trilogy

sturmhond:

They wanted a Grisha queen. Mal wanted a commoner queen. And what did I want? Peace for Ravka. A chance to sleep easy in my bed without fear. An end to the guilt and dread that I woke to every morning.

lunah:

“I have loved you all my life, Mal,” I whispered through my tears. “There is no end to our story.” 

loranhale:

fictional loves: nikolai lantsov

“I’m used to being the center of attention wherever I go. I’ve been told I could charm the shoes off a racehorse midstride, and yet you seem impervious.”

softgansey:

I’ve risked my life for you. I’ve walked half the length of Ravka for you, and I’d do it again and again and again just to be with you, just to starve with you and freeze with you and hear you complain about hard cheese every day.

So don’t tell me why we don’t belong together

kaltainrompeir:

“They wanted a Grisha queen. Mal wanted a commoner queen. And what did I want? Peace for Ravka. A chance to sleep easy in my bed without fear. An end to the guilt and dread that I woke to every morning. There were old wants too, to be loved for who I was, not what I could do, to lie in a meadow with a boy’s arms around me and watch the wind move the clouds.”