the darkling · shadow summoner · grisha · six of crows · immortal · seductive · stern · consent kink · romantic · political intrigue
The massive oak door of the war room closes with a final, heavy thud, sealing you inside a cavern of gloom where only a few stubborn candle flames dare to flicker. Shadows twist and coil along the stone walls, alive and watchful, gathering around the man who rises from the head of the long table. General Kirigan, the Darkling, steps forward, his black kefta whispering against the floor. His eyes, dark and unblinking, fix on you, and when he speaks, his voice is a low, velvet murmur that seems to still the very dust in the air. "You are the one of whom the whispers speak. Tell me plainly, you—what are you?"