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Ruin and Rising
Ruin and Rising
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Ruin and Rising

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See the Grishaverse come to life on screen with the Netflix series, Shadow and Bone. Daring rogue Nikolai finally joins the fold in Season 2 -- covering explosive events of both Siege and Storm and Ruin and Rising -- streaming now!

Enter the Grishaverse with Book Three of the Shadow and Bone Trilogy by the #1 New York Times–bestselling author of Six of Crows and Crooked Kingdom.

Soldier. Summoner. Saint. The nation’s fate rests with a broken Sun Summoner, a disgraced tracker, and the shattered remnants of a once-great magical army.

The Darkling rules from his shadow throne while a weakened Alina Starkov recovers from their battle under the dubious protection of the zealots who worship her as a Saint. Now her hopes lie with the magic of a long-vanished ancient creature and the chance that an outlaw prince still survives.

As her allies and enemies race toward war, only Alina stands between her country and a rising tide of darkness that could destroy the world. To win this fight, she must seize a legend’s power—but claiming the firebird may be her ruin.

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Read all the books in the Grishaverse!

The Shadow and Bone Trilogy
(previously published as The Grisha Trilogy)
Shadow and Bone
Siege and Storm
Ruin and Rising

The Six of Crows Duology
Six of Crows
Crooked Kingdom

The King of Scars Duology
King of Scars
Rule of Wolves


The Language of Thorns: Midnight Tales and Dangerous Magic
The Severed Moon: A Year-Long Journal of Magic
The Lives of Saints
Demon in the Wood Graphic Novel


Praise for the Grishaverse

“A master of fantasy.” —The Huffington Post
“Utterly, extremely bewitching.” —The Guardian
“This is what fantasy is for.” —The New York Times Book Review
“A world that feels real enough to have its own passport stamp.” —NPR
“The darker it gets for the good guys, the better.” —Entertainment Weekly
“Sultry, sweeping and picturesque. . . . Impossible to put down.” —USA Today
“There’s a level of emotional and historical sophistication within Bardugo’s original epic fantasy that sets it apart.” —Vanity Fair
“Unlike anything I’ve ever read.” —Veronica Roth, bestselling author of Divergent
“Bardugo crafts a first-rate adventure, a poignant romance, and an intriguing mystery!” —Rick Riordan, bestselling author of the Percy Jackson series

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Release dateJun 17, 2014
ISBN9780805097122
Ruin and Rising
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Leigh Bardugo

Leigh Bardugo is the #1 New York Times-bestselling author of the Alex Stern series and the creator of the Grishaverse (now a Netflix series) which spans the Shadow and Bone trilogy, the Six of Crows duology, the King of Scars duology—and much more. Her short fiction has appeared in multiple anthologies including The Best American Science Fiction and Fantasy. She lives in Los Angeles and is an associate fellow of Pauli Murray College at Yale University.

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Readers find this title to be a great read, with an exciting and creative ending to a top-notch fantasy trilogy. The book explores the struggle of good versus evil and humanizes both sides, creating a balance of reward and sacrifice. The strong friendship among the characters is a highlight, and the author's execution of character development is amazing. While some readers found certain aspects annoying or slow, overall, this series is seen as an awesome trilogy with a perfect ending that evokes emotions and warms the heart.

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  • Rating: 4 out of 5 stars
    4/5
    Ruin and Rising is the third book in Leigh Bardugo's Grisha trilogy. I admit I rolled my eyes when in the first couple chapters we get another retread of Alina being weak and sick from not using her powers. Thankfully the story moves on quickly as our characters rush to save Ravka from darkness.It's been great to watch Bardugo grow as a writer over the series and I enjoyed this final installment. The pacing issues are mostly gone and I found myself loving the side characters almost more than the main ones. The band of misfit friends Alina ends up with are a lot of fun. I'd love to read a short story just about them and their antics, especially Zoya, Genya, David and Harshaw. I also liked that we get the backstory for the Darkling and Morozova's experiment. Nikolai goes through quite an ordeal. It will be interesting to see how much it's changed him, and how he deals it with it all, in his upcoming series. Alina and Mal continue to be annoying, though Mal is at his most likable in this book.I was completely surprised with that plot twist! I was not expecting Mal to be the third amplifier. There were hints along the way and it explains a lot, I really don't know why I didn't see that coming. Well played Ms. Bardugo.The explanation we're given of Grisha magic, the Small Science, is pretty darn cool. They are manipulating matter at it's base level - atoms! For any Grisha that choose to truly master their craft, the sky's the limits on how powerful they could be and what they could accomplish. This leaves the author a lot of room to work with in the future should she choose to.It's funny how controversial this ending was to fans. Obviously I'm in the "I enjoyed it" camp. I think I would have preferred if Mal had stayed dead. Alina making an even bigger sacrifice, both of her power and of the person she loves most, would've had more impact. That said, I did like the epilogue. It was very sweet and a nice happily ever after for them both.
  • Rating: 3 out of 5 stars
    3/5
    I liked it. More than the second installment. While the ending seemed rushed, the action was vibrant and ever present. The characters stayed true to themselves. The mystery's resolution was interesting and in-universe logical.
  • Rating: 4 out of 5 stars
    4/5
    Best plot of the trilogy. Twists I honestly didn't see coming and an extremely satisfying ending.
  • Rating: 4 out of 5 stars
    4/5
    In this closing book of the trilogy, Alina and Mal are still fighting The Darkling. Though they are not alone in their quest to conquer his evilness, they still are definite underdogs. There is much fighting and heroics in this novel before it finally draws to a close, but the end makes the journey there worthwhile. Though much is gained, much is lost, never to be regained. Well-written with well-developed characters, this series is a rare treat for fantasy readers.
  • Rating: 5 out of 5 stars
    5/5
    The final installment of the Grisha Trilogy, this book had so many twists I couldn't begin to describe them. This book left me on edge, breathless, and totally in love.
  • Rating: 5 out of 5 stars
    5/5
    It wasn't what I wanted or expected, but I'm pleased with the ending. Even though I cried. Especially over Aleksander.
  • Rating: 5 out of 5 stars
    5/5
    This is the finale of the GrishaVerse trilogy and a fitting finale it is. As with both the other books in this series, Ruin and Rising is filled with action, adventure, heartbreak, loss, healing, and love. Bardugo does a fantastic job revealing the mysteries of the Amplifiers and the origins of the Darkling and her own strange powers.I loved every bit of the trilogy, particularly the fact that the book ends with real closure. If you liked the ending of Mockingjay in the Hunger Games trilogy, you will like the ending of GrishaVerse.My only critique, and it is a mild one, was that I felt the ending of the book might have been just a touch lengthy. While I appreciated that Bardugo tied up loose ends and beautifully framed the opening and closing of this book with fairytale-like narrative, I felt that after the great battle and all that is resolved through it, I didn't need to hear more about Alina's story.This was a wonderfully entertaining, fast-paced series that I highly recommend to all magical fantasy lovers.
  • Rating: 3 out of 5 stars
    3/5
    An interesting end to the trilogy, not entirely predictable and sufficiently satisfying. All in all this is a captivating and unusual fantasy trilogy.
  • Rating: 5 out of 5 stars
    5/5
    Another fantabulous tale of the Grisha. The ending was remarkable and brought many a tears to my eyes. The Characters kept off the page from the first story to the bitter end. I will cherish this book as one of the favorites for all time.
  • Rating: 4 out of 5 stars
    4/5
    The final installment takes Alina and Mal from the underground tunnels to far travels, searching for the tool that will enable them to eliminate The Darkling and his forces. They meet up with Nikolai who has been busy making plans of his own. But all three characters face difficult decisions and sacrifices ahead. Though some of the plot development involves convenient hand-waving by the author, the resolution is smart and satisfying
  • Rating: 4 out of 5 stars
    4/5
    The final book in the Shadow & Bone trilogy was a great read. One thing that I loved in this book is the strong friendship that bounded the "good guys", in some other YA the protagnist is a loner and can't commubicate and is kind of ostrechized due to being the "chosen one", not in this book.
    I know a lot of people don't like the person that Alina ended up with and think this was a silly somesort of happy ending, I didn't mind any of the options but I do admit I thought the other prefered option would have been a cliche "happy ending"
    Anyways this was an enjoyable series despite the silly YA tropes it contained
  • Rating: 5 out of 5 stars
    5/5
    Loved this book I legit cried after finishing this! so good.
  • Rating: 3 out of 5 stars
    3/5
    Didn't think this nor the second was as good as the first one. Alina is again annoying and unlikeable, keeping secrets unnecessarily that, in a different plot, could kill and compromise everyone she claims to care about. Description was a bit dodgy at times and devised plans by characters were ill-made - the plan they concocted at the end was so basic and in a better story would have killed them all immediately. Realisations came real slow as well - I basically felt like the characters were pretty slow and one-dimensional. I finished the 2 books just to finish it. Though heard better things about the Six of Crows so maybe I'll be entertained by that one as much as the first book in this trilogy.
  • Rating: 5 out of 5 stars
    5/5
    I liked this trilogy. I liked the way it ended and I'm glad Alina and Mal get to stay together and run an orphanage.
  • Rating: 5 out of 5 stars
    5/5
    Loved this book and series! The struggle of good versus evil as well as humanizing both with some balance of reward and sacrifice. I ached with the heroin and empathized with the villian at times. Wonderfully written!!
  • Rating: 3 out of 5 stars
    3/5
    Satisfying conclusion. I enjoyed this, and really did like how the final romance played out, but I didn't LOVE the story. I'm not loving much as far as reading lately, so this probably isn't the book's failing. A few notes: it handled a rape accusation and subsequent discussion of justice beautifully, there was a pleasantly surprising same sex relationship that popped up and was treated identically to the hetero relationships in the story, and I really enjoyed how well fleshed out most of the characters got to be. Solid fantasy series for anyone who likes love stories that have the potential to go in a variety of a directions.
  • Rating: 4 out of 5 stars
    4/5
    Pandemic read. Really liked how this series approached things, how it dealt with issues, and how it wrapped up.
  • Rating: 3 out of 5 stars
    3/5
    A. My rating may change cause I am still trying to figure things out about this book.

    B. WHAT??? HOW??? Mal is the third amplifier???? Again WHAT??? HOW???
  • Rating: 5 out of 5 stars
    5/5
    Gosh, my mind was blown. I have to admit, I was nervous to see how the trilogy would turn out. Trilogies have this bad habit of falling through at the end (*cough* Divergent *cough*), but this time I was pleasantly surprised.

    More than that: it was overwhelming.

    Sure, I don't remember all of the characters being quite so snarky before, so maybe a few minus points for overused humor, but the overall dialogue stayed true to the characters, and the pacing was quick enough to jam everything into 400 pages but clear enough to avoid a rushed conclusion. I don't want to get into spoilers, but I've got to say something, and I feel as if this is sufficiently set up in the first two books. As concerns the whole Mal/Nikolai/Darkling topic: it's satisfying. I may be biased, because I am whole heartedly behind the outcome, but I believe most any shipper will be at least satisfied that the way Alina's relationships turn out is at least understandable, developed, and fulfilling.
  • Rating: 4 out of 5 stars
    4/5
    Slightly disappointed by the conclusion but it's YA and a romance so I should maybe have expected that. A light read but enjoyable enough.
  • Rating: 4 out of 5 stars
    4/5
    In this finale to the trilogy, Alina and company set out to seek the third amplifier in the hopes to increase her power as Sun Summoner, defeat The Darkling, and restore Ravka. After a disappointing (to me) 2nd book, this one helped restore my faith in the trilogy somewhat. It wasn't perfect, but it did contain some surprises and a satisfying ending. Looking forward to watching the adapted series on screen.
  • Rating: 4 out of 5 stars
    4/5
    The final book in a trilogy, Ruin and Rising, ends everything nicely.As this is the final book in a trilogy, I plan on saying very little. The goal in this novel is to bring down the Darkling who is ruling---darkly! Ha! Sorry. Alina's power must be stronger, so it's imperative they find the third amplifier. The novel consists of them traveling to find this only hope. Even with it, can Alina, Mal, Zoya, Tomar, and Tolya defeat one of the most powerful Grisha ever. I liked the ending and the trilogy. There is a follow-up duology that is well worth your time and King of Scars (covers Nikolai's future), which I haven't read it. I recommend all of these! If you like these, also consider Kiss of Deception by Mary Pearson.
  • Rating: 3 out of 5 stars
    3/5
    Don't get me wrong, I liked this book and I think it was an okay wrap up to the series but it just wasn't my favorite. I just didn't really like the last 50ish pages of the book. I wish the series had ended on a stronger note. I never really grew to love the characters. The only character I really liked were Zoya and Misha. This was especially apparent to me in this book and made it really hard for me to truly enjoy the end of this series. I thought the twists were a little weak. I didn't see any of them coming or anything I just didn't like the direction they pushed the story in. I definitely liked the first half of the book way more than I liked the second because I liked the group dynamic that showed up more in the first parts of the book. Overall not a terrible finale and I definitely want to read Bardugo's other series six of crows because I hear that it is much better than these books. I am happy to be done with the series and moving on to my next read.
  • Rating: 4 out of 5 stars
    4/5
    The story is pretty standard, though the Russianesque settings are interesting. What made these books stand out for me was that they made me genuinely laugh out loud multiple times. That's pretty rare for me, even books that I love and think are hysterical usually just generate internal appreciation. These characters (well OK the author but leave me my illusions) have a serious way with the snark.
  • Rating: 1 out of 5 stars
    1/5
    Books that I will always hate because I hated the main couple. What happened was interesting but honestly this book was awful because I hated Mal. SO MUCH. Love is so overrated and in this case annoying.

    Mal should have died and stayed dead but that's just me.
  • Rating: 4 out of 5 stars
    4/5
    I have liked this series so much, and I'm delighted that the 3rd book continues its strong, heartrending, story arc. Still riveted, to the end, still engaged with the characters and the fascinating world. I think it would be better had I re-read the first 2 before going on to this one, on account of some of the bits are confusing when I can't remember exact details from before, but that was pretty minor given how much I enjoyed this book.
  • Rating: 5 out of 5 stars
    5/5
    My favourite of the three. Gasps, tears, laughs.
  • Rating: 5 out of 5 stars
    5/5
    Alina has been weakened in her quest to defeat the darkness. The Darkling and his Grisha are now ruling the country and ready to invade their neighbors in his quest to conquer the world. Her allies have faded away or been killed and things are looking bad for our heroine.It took me a long time (2 books) to warm up to Alina, but I finally got there. This was the best book of the three. Alina finally grew up, and the author threw in some amazing twists that made for a unique and satisfying ending. The pacing was great with some exciting and dramatic scenes. I'm up for more books about the Grishaverse in the future.
  • Rating: 5 out of 5 stars
    5/5
    Another fantabulous tale of the Grisha. The ending was remarkable and brought many a tears to my eyes. The Characters kept off the page from the first story to the bitter end. I will cherish this book as one of the favorites for all time.
  • Rating: 5 out of 5 stars
    5/5
    I ended up loving this entire series. I thought the final book was great and the ending was very satisfying. It was an incredibly quick series to read and I can’t wait to check out her other books. She does a wonderful job with pacing. The second things started to feel tedious we’d already moved onto the next scene. She creates some really fun supporting characters and I’m so glad Nikolai is getting his own book.

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Ruin and Rising - Leigh Bardugo

CHAPTER 1

I STOOD ON a carved stone balcony, arms spread, shivering in my cheap robes, and tried to put on a good show. My kefta was a patchwork, sewn together from scraps of the gown I was wearing the night we fled the palace and garish curtains that I’d been told came from a defunct theater somewhere near Sala. Beads from the lobby chandeliers made up the trim. The embroidery at the cuffs was already coming undone. David and Genya had done their best, but there were limited resources underground.

From a distance, it did the trick, sparkling gold in the light that seemed to emanate from my palms, sending bright glimmers over the ecstatic faces of my followers far below. Up close, it was all loose threads and false shine. Just like me. The threadbare Saint.

The Apparat’s voice boomed through the White Cathedral, and the crowd swayed, eyes closed, hands raised, a field of poppies, arms like pale stalks shaken by some wind I couldn’t feel. I followed a choreographed series of gestures, moving deliberately so that David and whichever Inferni was helping him this morning could track my movements from their position in the chamber hidden just above the balcony. I dreaded morning prayers, but according to the priest, these false displays were a necessity.

It is a gift you give your people, Sankta Alina, he said. It is hope.

Actually, it was an illusion, a pale suggestion of the light I’d once commanded. The golden haze was really Inferni fire, reflected off a beaten mirror dish that David had fashioned from salvaged glass. It was something like the dishes we’d used in our failed attempt to stave off the Darkling’s horde during the battle in Os Alta. We’d been taken by surprise; and my power, our planning, all of David’s ingenuity, and Nikolai’s resourcefulness hadn’t been enough to stop the slaughter. Since then, I’d been unable to summon so much as a sunbeam. But most of the Apparat’s flock had never seen what their Saint could really do, and for now, this deception was enough.

The Apparat finished his sermon. That was the signal to end. The Inferni let the light flare bright around me. It jumped and wavered erratically, then finally faded as I dropped my arms. Well, now I knew who was on fire duty with David. I cast a scowl up at the cave. Harshaw. He was always getting carried away. Three Inferni had made it out of the battle at the Little Palace, but one had died just days later from her wounds. Of the two that remained, Harshaw was the most powerful and the most unpredictable.

I stepped down from the platform, eager to be out of the Apparat’s presence, but my foot faltered and I stumbled. The priest grasped my arm, steadying me.

Have a care, Alina Starkov. You are incautious with your safety.

Thanks, I said. I wanted to pull away from him, from the turned-soil and incense stench he brought with him everywhere.

You’re feeling poorly today.

Just clumsy. We both knew that was a lie. I was stronger than when I’d come to the White Cathedral—my bones had mended, I’d managed to keep down meals—but I was still frail, my body plagued by aches and constant fatigue.

Perhaps a day of rest, then.

I gritted my teeth. Another day confined to my chamber. I swallowed my frustration and smiled weakly. I knew what he wanted to see.

I’m so cold, I said. Some time in the Kettle would do me good. Strictly speaking, it was true. The kitchens were the one place in the White Cathedral where the damp could be held at bay. By this time, at least one of the breakfast fires would be lit. The big round cavern would be full of the smells of baking bread and the sweet porridge the cooks made from stores of dried peas and powdered milk provided by allies on the surface and stockpiled by the pilgrims.

I added a shiver for good measure, but the priest’s only reply was a noncommittal hmm.

Movement at the base of the cavern caught my attention: pilgrims, newly arrived. I couldn’t help but look at them with a strategic eye. Some wore uniforms that marked them as First Army deserters. All were young and able-bodied.

No veterans? I asked. No widows?

It’s a hard journey underground, the Apparat replied. Many are too old or weak to move. They prefer to stay in the comfort of their homes.

Unlikely. The pilgrims came on crutches and canes, no matter how old or sick. Even dying, they came to see the Sun Saint in their last days. I cast a wary glance over my shoulder. I could just glimpse the Priestguards, bearded and heavily armed, standing sentinel in the archway. They were monks, scholar priests like the Apparat, and belowground they were the only people allowed to carry weapons. Above, they were the gatekeepers, ferreting out spies and unbelievers, granting sanctuary to those they deemed worthy. Lately, the pilgrims’ numbers had been dwindling, and those who did join our ranks seemed more hearty than pious. The Apparat wanted potential soldiers, not just mouths to feed.

I could go to the sick and elderly, I said. I knew the argument was futile, but I made it anyway. It was almost expected. A Saint should walk amongst her people, not hide like a rat in a warren.

The Apparat smiled—the benevolent, indulgent smile that the pilgrims adored and that made me want to scream. In times of trouble, many animals go to ground. That’s how they survive, he said. After fools wage their battles, it is the rats that rule the fields and towns.

And feast on the dead, I thought with a shudder. As if he could read my thoughts, he pressed a hand to my shoulder. His fingers were long and white, splaying over my arm like a waxen spider. If the gesture was meant to comfort me, it failed.

Patience, Alina Starkov. We rise when the time is right and not before.

Patience. That was always his prescription. I resisted the urge to touch my bare wrist, the empty place where the firebird’s bones were meant to reside. I had claimed the sea whip’s scales and the stag’s antlers, but the final piece in Morozova’s puzzle was missing. We might have had the third amplifier by now if the Apparat had lent his support to the hunt or just let us return to the surface. But that permission would only come at a price.

I’m cold, I repeated, burying my irritation. I want to go to the Kettle.

He frowned. I don’t like you huddling down there with that girl—

Behind us, the guards muttered restlessly, and a word floated back to me. Razrusha’ya. I batted the Apparat’s hand away and marched into the passage. The Priestguards came to attention. Like all their brothers, they were dressed in brown and wore the golden sunburst, the same symbol that marked the Apparat’s robes. My symbol. But they never looked directly at me, never spoke to me or the other Grisha refugees. Instead, they stood silently at the edges of rooms and trailed me everywhere like bearded, rifle-wielding specters.

That name is forbidden, I said. They stared straight ahead, as if I were invisible. Her name is Genya Safin, and I’d still be the Darkling’s prisoner if it weren’t for her. No reaction. But I saw them tense at even the sound of her name. Grown men with guns, afraid of a scarred girl. Superstitious idiots.

Peace, Sankta Alina, said the Apparat, taking my elbow to shepherd me across the passage and into his audience chamber. The silver-veined stone of the ceiling was carved into a rose, and the walls were painted with Saints in their golden halos. It must have been Fabrikator craft because no ordinary pigment could withstand the cold and damp of the White Cathedral. The priest settled himself in a low wooden chair and gestured for me to take another. I tried to hide my relief as I sank down into it. Even standing for too long left me winded.

He peered at me, taking in my sallow skin, the dark smudges beneath my eyes. "Surely Genya can do more for you."

It had been over two months since my battle with the Darkling, and I hadn’t fully recovered. My cheekbones cut the hollows of my face like angry exclamations, and the white fall of my hair was so brittle it seemed to float like cobwebs. I’d finally talked the Apparat into letting Genya attend me in the kitchens with the promise that she might work her craft and make me more presentable. It was the only real contact I’d had with the other Grisha in weeks. I’d savored every moment, every bit of news.

She’s doing her best, I said.

The priest sighed. I suppose we must all be patient. You will heal in time. Through faith. Through prayer.

A surge of rage took hold of me. He knew damn well that the only thing that would heal me was using my power, but to do that, I needed to return to the surface.

If you would just let me venture aboveground—

You are too precious to us, Sankta Alina, and the risk is far too great. He shrugged apologetically. You will not have a care for your safety, so I must.

I stayed silent. This was the game we played, that we’d been playing since I’d been brought here. The Apparat had done a lot for me. He was the only reason any of my Grisha had made it out of the battle with the Darkling’s monsters. He’d given us safe haven underground. But every day the White Cathedral felt more like a prison than a refuge.

He steepled his fingers. Months gone by, and still you do not trust me.

I do, I lied. Of course I do.

And yet, you will not let me help you. With the firebird in our possession, all this might change.

David is working his way through Morozova’s journals. I’m sure the answer is there.

The Apparat’s flat black gaze burrowed into me. He suspected I knew the location of the firebird—Morozova’s third amplifier and the key to unlocking the only power that might defeat the Darkling and destroy the Fold. And he was right. At least, I hoped he was. The only clue we had to its location was buried in my scant childhood memories and the hope that the dusty ruins of Dva Stolba were more than they seemed. But right or wrong, the firebird’s possible location was a secret I intended to keep. I was isolated underground, close to powerless, spied upon by the Priestguards. I wasn’t about to give up the one bit of leverage I had.

I want only the best for you, Alina Starkov. For you and your friends. So few remain. If anything were to happen to them—

You leave them be, I snarled, forgetting to be sweet, to be gentle.

The Apparat’s look was too keen for my liking. "I simply meant that accidents happen underground. I know you would feel each loss deeply, and you are so very weak." On the last word, his lips stretched back over his gums. They were black like a wolf’s.

Again, rage coursed through me. From my first day in the White Cathedral, threat had hung heavy in the air, suffocating me with the steady press of fear. The Apparat never missed an opportunity to remind me of my vulnerability. Almost without thinking, I twitched my fingers in my sleeves. Shadows leapt up the walls of the chamber.

The Apparat reared back in his chair. I frowned at him, feigning confusion. What’s wrong? I asked.

He cleared his throat, eyes darting right and left. It’s … it’s nothing, he stammered.

I let the shadows fall. His reaction was well worth the wave of dizziness that came when I used this trick. And that’s all it was. I could make the shadows jump and dance but nothing more. It was a sad little echo of the Darkling’s power, some remnant left behind in the wake of the confrontation that had nearly killed us both. I’d discovered it when trying to summon light, and I’d struggled to hone it to something greater, something I could fight with. I’d had no success. The shadows felt like a punishment, ghosts of greater power that served only to taunt me, the Saint of shams and mirrors.

The Apparat rose, attempting to regain his composure. You will go to the archives, he said decisively. Time in quiet study and contemplation will help to ease your mind.

I stifled a groan. This really was punishment—hours spent fruitlessly perusing old religious texts for information on Morozova. Not to mention that the archives were damp, miserable, and crawling with Priestguards. I will escort you, he added. Even better.

And the Kettle? I asked, trying to hide the desperation in my voice.

"Later. Razru— Genya will wait, he said as I followed him into the passage. You needn’t scurry off to the Kettle, you know. You could meet with her here. In privacy."

I glanced at the guards, who had fallen into step behind us. Privacy. That was laughable. But the idea of being kept from the kitchens was not. Maybe today the master flue would open for more than a few seconds. It was a slim hope, but it was all the hope I had.

I prefer the Kettle, I said. It’s warm there. I gave him my meekest smile, let my lip tremble slightly, and added, It reminds me of home.

He loved that—the image of a humble girl, huddling by a cookstove, hem trailing in ash. Another illusion, one more chapter in his book of Saints.

Very well, he said at last.

It took a long while to wend our way down from the balcony. The White Cathedral took its name from the alabaster of its walls and the massive main cavern where we held services every morning and evening. But it was much more than that—a sprawling network of tunnels and caves, a city underground. I hated every inch of it. The moisture that seeped through the walls, dripped from the ceilings, clustered in beads on my skin. The chill that couldn’t be dispelled. The toadstools and night flowers that bloomed in cracks and crevices. I hated the way we marked time: morning services, afternoon prayer, evening services, Saints’ days, days for fasting and half fasting. But mostly I hated the feeling that I really was a little rat, pale and red-eyed, scrabbling at the walls of my maze with feeble pink-tinged claws.

The Apparat led me through the caverns north of the main basin, where the Soldat Sol trained. People backed against the rock or reached out to touch my golden sleeve as we passed. We set a slow pace, dignified—necessary. I couldn’t move any faster without getting winded. The Apparat’s flock knew I was sick and said prayers for my health, but he feared there would be a panic if they discovered just how fragile—how very human—I was.

The Soldat Sol had already begun their training by the time we arrived. These were the Apparat’s holy warriors, sun soldiers who bore my symbol tattooed on their arms and faces. Most of them were First Army deserters, though others were simply young, fierce, and willing to die. They’d helped to rescue me from the Little Palace, and the casualties had been brutal. Holy or not, they were no match for the Darkling’s nichevo’ya. Still, the Darkling had human soldiers and Grisha in his service too, so the Soldat Sol trained.

But now they did it without real weapons, with dummy swords and rifles loaded with wax pellets. The Soldat Sol were a different kind of pilgrim, brought to the cult of the Sun Saint by the promise of change, many of them young and ambivalent about the Apparat and the old ways of the church. Since my arrival underground, the Apparat had kept them on a far tighter leash. He needed them, but he didn’t wholly trust them. I knew the feeling.

Priestguards lined the walls, maintaining a close eye on the proceedings. Their bullets were real, and so were the blades of their sabers.

As we entered the training area, I saw that a group had gathered to watch Mal spar with Stigg, one of our two surviving Inferni. He was thick-necked, blond, and utterly humorless—Fjerdan to the core.

Mal dodged an arc of fire, but the second spurt of flame caught on his shirt. The onlookers gasped. I thought he might draw back, but instead he charged. He dove into a roll, dousing the flames on the ground and knocking Stigg’s feet from beneath him. In a flash, he had the Inferni pinned facedown. He secured Stigg’s wrists, preventing another attack.

The watching sun soldiers broke into appreciative applause and whistles.

Zoya tossed her glossy black hair over one shoulder. Well done, Stigg. You’re trussed and ready for basting.

Mal silenced her with a look. Distract, disarm, disable, he said. The trick is not to panic. He rose and helped Stigg to his feet. You all right?

Stigg scowled, annoyed, but nodded and moved to spar with a pretty young soldier.

Come on, Stigg, the girl said with a wide grin. I won’t go too rough on you.

The girl’s face was familiar, but it took me a long moment to place her—Ruby. Mal and I had trained with her at Poliznaya. She’d been in our regiment. I remembered her as giggling, cheerful, the kind of happy, flirtatious girl who made me feel awkward and hopeless in my skin. She still had the same ready smile, the same long blond braid. But even from a distance, I could see the watchfulness in her, the wariness that came with war. There was a black sun tattooed over the right side of her face. Strange to think that a girl who had once sat across from me in the mess hall now thought I was divine.

It was rare that the Apparat or his guards took me this way to the archives. What was different today? Had he brought me here so I could look over the shreds of my army and remember the price of my mistakes? To show me how few allies I had left?

I watched Mal pair sun soldiers with Grisha. There were the Squallers: Zoya, Nadia, and her brother Adrik. With Stigg and Harshaw, they made up the last of my Etherealki. But Harshaw was nowhere to be seen. He’d probably rolled back into bed after summoning flame for me during morning prayers.

As for the Corporalki, the only Heartrenders on the training floor were Tamar and her massive twin, Tolya. I owed them my life, but the debt didn’t rest easy with me. They were close to the Apparat, charged with the instruction of the Soldat Sol, and they’d lied to me for months at the Little Palace. I wasn’t quite sure what to make of them. Trust was a luxury I could ill afford.

The remaining soldiers would have to wait for a turn to fight. There were simply too few Grisha. Genya and David kept to themselves, and weren’t much for combat, anyway. Maxim was a Healer and preferred to practice his craft in the infirmary, though few of the Apparat’s flock trusted Grisha enough to take advantage of his services. Sergei was a powerful Heartrender, but I’d been told he was too unstable to be considered safe around students. He’d been in the thick of the fighting when the Darkling launched his surprise attack, had seen the girl he loved torn open by monsters. We’d lost our only other Heartrender to the nichevo’ya somewhere between the Little Palace and the chapel.

Because of you, said a voice in my head. Because you failed them.

I was drawn from my bleak thoughts by the Apparat’s voice. The boy oversteps.

I followed his gaze to where Mal was moving between the soldiers, speaking to one or correcting another. He’s helping them train, I said.

He’s giving orders. Oretsev, the priest called, beckoning him over. I tensed, watching Mal approach. I’d barely seen him since he’d been banned from my chamber. Aside from my carefully rationed interactions with Genya, the Apparat kept me isolated from potential allies.

Mal looked different. He wore the peasant roughspun that had served as his uniform at the Little Palace, but he was leaner, paler from time spent belowground. The narrow scar on his jaw stood out in sharp relief.

He stopped before us and bowed. It was the closest we’d been allowed to each other in months.

You are not the captain here, said the Apparat. Tolya and Tamar outrank you.

Mal nodded. They do.

So why are you leading the exercises?

I wasn’t leading anything, he said. I have something to teach. They have something to learn.

True enough, I thought bitterly. Mal had gotten very good at fighting Grisha. I remembered him bruised and bleeding, standing over a Squaller in the stables of the Little Palace, a look of challenge and contempt in his eyes. Another memory I could do without.

Why haven’t those recruits been marked? the Apparat asked, gesturing toward a group sparring with wooden swords near the far wall. None of them could have been more than twelve years old.

Because they’re children, Mal replied, ice in his voice.

It’s their choice. Would you deny them the chance to show fealty to our cause?

I’d deny them regret.

No one has that power.

A muscle ticked in Mal’s jaw. If we lose, those tattoos will brand them as sun soldiers. They might as well sign up to face the firing squad now.

Is that why your own features bear no mark? Because you have so little faith in our victory?

Mal glanced at me, then back at the Apparat. I save my faith for Saints, he said evenly. Not men who send children to die.

The priest’s eyes narrowed.

Mal’s right, I interjected. Let them remain unmarked. The Apparat scrutinized me with that flat black gaze. Please, I said softly, as a kindness to me.

I knew how much he liked that voice—gentle, warm, a lullaby voice.

Such a tender heart, he said, clucking his tongue. But I could tell he was pleased. Though I’d spoken against his wishes, this was the Saint he wanted me to be, a loving mother, a comfort to her people. I dug my fingernails into my palm.

That’s Ruby, isn’t it? I asked, eager to change the subject and divert the Apparat’s attention.

She got here a few weeks back, Mal said. She’s good—came from the infantry. Despite myself, I felt the tiniest twinge of envy.

Stigg doesn’t look happy, I said, bobbing my head toward where the Inferni seemed to be taking out his loss on Ruby. The girl was doing her best to hold her own, but she was clearly outmatched.

He doesn’t like getting beaten.

I don’t think you even broke a sweat.

No, he said. It’s a problem.

Why is that? asked the Apparat.

Mal’s eyes darted to me for the briefest second. You learn more by losing. He shrugged. At least Tolya’s around to keep kicking my ass.

Mind your tongue, the Apparat snapped.

Mal ignored him. Abruptly, he put two fingers to his lips and gave a sharp whistle. Ruby, you’re leaving yourself open!

Too late. Her braid was on fire. Another young soldier ran at her with a bucket of water and tossed it over her head.

I winced. Try not to get them too crispy.

Mal bowed. "Moi soverenyi." He jogged back to the troops.

That title. He said it without any of the rancor he had seemed to carry at Os Alta, but it still hit me like a punch to the gut.

He should not address you so, complained the Apparat.

Why not?

It was the Darkling’s title and is unfitting for a Saint.

Then what should he call me?

He should not address you directly at all.

I sighed. Next time he has something to say, I’ll have him write me a letter.

The Apparat pursed his lips. You’re restless today. I think an extra hour in the solace of the archives will do you good.

His tone was chiding, as if I were a cranky child who had stayed up past her bedtime. I made myself think of the promise of the Kettle and forced a smile. I’m sure you’re right. Distract, disarm, disable.

As we turned down the passage that would take us to the archives, I looked over my shoulder. Zoya had flipped a soldier on his back and was spinning him like a turtle, her hand making lazy circles in the air. Ruby was talking to Mal, her smile broad, her expression avid. But Mal was watching me. In the ghostly light of the cavern, his eyes were a deep and steady blue, the color at the center of a flame.

I turned away and followed the Apparat, hurrying my steps, trying to temper the wheeze of my lungs. I thought of Ruby’s smile, her singed braid. A nice girl. A normal girl. That was what Mal needed. If he hadn’t taken up with someone new already, eventually he would. And someday I’d be a good enough person to wish him well. Just not today.


WE CAUGHT DAVID on his way into the archives. As usual, he was a mess—hair going every direction, sleeves blotted with ink. He had a glass of hot tea in one hand and a piece of toast tucked into his pocket.

His eyes flickered from the Apparat to the Priestguards.

More salve? he asked.

The Apparat curled his lip slightly at this. The salve was David’s concoction for Genya. Along with her own efforts, it had helped to fade some of the worst of her scarring, but wounds from the nichevo’ya never healed completely.

Sankta Alina has come to spend her morning in study, the Apparat declared with great solemnity.

David gave a twitch that vaguely resembled a shrug as he ducked through the doorway. But you’re going to the Kettle later?

I will have guards sent to escort you in two hours, said the Apparat. Genya Safin will be waiting for you. His eyes scanned my haggard face. "See that she gives better attention to her

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