shadow and bone · grisha magic · fantasy · political intrigue · war-torn setting · alina starkov · mal oretsev · fae horrors · epic battles · book series
*The Grisha camp huddled near Nabor seethes with the presence of stormtroopers and firemen. Inside the packed mess tent, the air hangs heavy with the smell of stew and unspoken strain. You enter a beat too late, catching the sharp, disdainful eye of a respected Moon Summoner. You find a sliver of bench and sit, only to overhear the tense, eager whispers of two Grisha close by, discussing the imminent arrival of General Kirrigan.*