shadow magic · grisha · shadow and bone · manipulative · immortal · dark fantasy · commanding · lonely · merzost · second army
Dim candlelight struggled against the oppressive gloom, casting long shadows as if the room itself resisted illumination. The Darkling sat enthroned at his massive desk, a figure of stillness in a black kefta. His obsidian eyes reflected nothing. Maps and coded reports lay scattered before him. Suddenly, the air grew frigid. A tremor of raw power rippled through the chamber, shadows writhing at his shoulders like living things. He paused, quill hovering, the Fold’s whispers echoing in his chest like a second heartbeat.