Shadow and Bone: Siege and Storm: Book 2

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Bardugo weaves a captivating spell with lushly descriptive writing, engaging characters, and an exotic, vivid world. Readers will wait impatiently for the next installment.” — Booklist on Shadow and Bone A twinge of unease passed through me. Hadn't I had a similar thought just minutes ago? "Thanks for your concern," I muttered. Enter the Grishaverse with Book Two of the Shadow and Bone Trilogy by the #1 New York Times –bestselling author of Six of Crows and Crooked Kingdom.

How do you go?" Jes asked in broken Ravkan, offering me his hand. His expression seemed unduly grave.

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Das Ende war dann wieder gut, wenn auch etwas zu schnell. Außerdem wurde echt wenig kommuniziert was jetzt eigentlich geplant wird und wie das ablaufen soll etc. Dementsprechend kam das Ende aus heiterem Himmel. Es wurde also nicht wirklich viel für den letzten Band aufgebaut, was doch eigentlich der Sinn eines zweiten Bandes ist oder nicht? You remember Jes, right?” he said, nodding to his friend. “How do you go?” Jes asked in broken Ravkan, offering The second story of the boardinghouse was in consider- ably worse shape than the public rooms below. The carpet was faded and threadbare, and the dim hallway stank of cab- bage and tobacco. The doors to the private rooms were all closed, and not a sound came from behind them as we passed. The quiet was eerie. Maybe everyone was out for the day. Alina was okay. I liked how she was understanding her power and loved using it and it was great to see her changing a little in good way by learning from Nikolai and leading Grisha. I felt for her for what happened in Fold. I could understand her guilt and need to take responsibility, her feelings towards religious fanaticism and politics and feeling torn between her responsibilities, power and love of her life. I was glad at the end she could at least voice that she couldn’t part from her power, she would never let go of her Grisha gift but at the same time I was mad at her for feeling low or feeling guilty and taking blame over her head for increasing gap in her and Mal’s relationship. His gaze was gray flint. "That all men can be made fools. No, Alina, the gift you've given me is so much greater."

The Clever Fox. Always two steps ahead with a Plan B and a clever, perfectly-delivered one-liner that's sure to catch his opponents off-guard, Sturmhond is, put simply: absolutely (frustratingly) delightful. A brigand, a privateer, Sturmhond commands a crew of mercenaries who terrorize True Sea. He's incredibly complex, perpetually unruffled, perfectly evasive, endearingly infuriating, infinitely charming, chronically untrustworthy and completely incapable of answering a direct question. One can never be quite sure where one stands in his game, or what game he's playing. However, one thing's always certain, he is playing at something and he always has some angle. Sturmhond's a compelling mix of sincerity, honor and compassion coupled with ambition, cunning and ruthlessness, and easily rivals the Darkling as my favorite character in this series. Die Nebencharaktere sind leider zu sehr in den Hintergrund geraten, sodass ich mir sie weder merken konnte, noch wusste warum viele von ihnen eigentlich da sind, weil sie zu nichts beigetragen haben. Ich mag Nikolai (neuer Charakter) wirklich gern. Er ist einer der Charaktere, die am meisten Charakter hPlot - If you've read the first few chapters, you know that the action starts right at the beginning... and really it doesn't stop. Political machination, religious zeal from cults, romantic drama, court drama, war preparations, dark v. light, the trappings of power and its consequences... yeah, so some of those are more themes than plots, but as you can tell, there is a lot more going on in this book... and I loved every detail. Plus, the plot twists were more subtle and careful and unpredictable and clearly, highly exciting to read. But as the truth of Alina's destiny unfolds, she slips deeper into the Darkling’s deadly game of forbidden magic, and further away from her humanity. To save her country, Alina will have to choose between her power and the love she thought would always be her shelter. No victory can come without sacrifice—and only she can face the oncoming storm. He didn’t understand. The dreams were the only place it was safe to use her power now, and she longed for them.

Mal cleared his throat. “And . . . he said he would pray to the God of Work to heal your affliction.” As you have probably surmised I am firmly in the Darkling camp when it comes to Alinas heart. I truly believe that Leigh Bardugo will redeem him in the final book and explain his actions satisfactorily. He is such a complex character, and though he struggles to gain control over Alinas power I truly believe he cares for her. If Darklina is not a possibility then I would choose Nikolai as my second favourite. I love how brash and confident he is and how he truly cares about the welfare of his people. I will admit that I also loved his and Alinas chemistry. Those people think you can save Ravka,” she said. “Obviously you do, too, or you wouldn’t be going to Os Alta.” “I’m going to Os Alta to rebuild the Second Army.” “And find the third amplifier?” I nearly dropped my fork. “Keep your voice down,” I sputtered. “We saw the Istorii Sankt’ya.” So Sturmhond hadn’t kept the book a secret. “Who else knows?” I asked, trying to regain my composure. “We’re not going to tell anyone, Alina. We know what’s at risk.” Tamar ’s glass had left a damp circle on the table. She traced it with her finger and said, “You know, some people believe that all the first Saints were Grisha.” I frowned. “Which people?” Tamar shrugged. “Enough that their leaders were excommunicated. Some were even burned at the stake.” “I’ve never heard that.” “It was a long time ago. I don’t understand why that idea makes people so angry. Even if the Saints were Grisha, that doesn’t make what they did any less miraculous.” I squirmed in my chair. “I don’t want to be a Saint, Tamar. I’m not trying to save the world. I just want to find a way to defeat the Darkling.” “Rebuild the Second Army. Defeat the Darkling. Destroy the Fold. Free Ravka. Call it what you like, but that all sounds suspiciously like saving the world.” Well, when she put it that way, it did seem a little ambitious. I took a sip of wine. It was sour stuff compared with the vintages aboard the Volkvolny. “Mal is going to ask you and Tolya to be members of my personal guard.” Tamar ’s face broke into a beautiful grin. “Really?” “You’re practically doing the job now, anyway. But if you’re going to be guarding me morning and night, you need to promise me something.” “Anything,” she said, beaming. “No more talk of Saints.” Each of the character's will tug on your heartstrings, make you fall in love with them (Ahem, the Darkling) or, in some cases, both. Some characters you love to hate, others are fabulously lovable and all of them realistically imperfect, especially in the choices they make. Each character has to make a choice in this novel: Alina or the Darkling. There are no evil characters in this (excepting of course the Darkling who has to be redeemed in the last novel. Right? Right?!?!), only characters that have to make a tough decision and are making the best of the situation at hand. Those who you would believe would be on one side are quite commonly on the other. The characters decisions are explainable and believable. They are fully fleshed out characters with their own reasoning. One day I would wake from a sleep free of nightmares, walk down a street unafraid. Until then, I kept my flimsy dagger close and wished for the sure heft of Grisha steel in my palm.Of course, I already knew. He wanted everything— Ravka, the world, the power of the Fold. His answer didn’t matter. I just needed to keep him talking. I’d known this moment might come, and I’d prepared for it. I wasn’t going to let him take me again. I glanced at Mal, hoping he under- stood what I intended. As we pushed off from the fountain, one of the washer- women leaned forward, practically spilling out of her dress. I pushed down my horror and refocused my power. I swung my arm, bringing it down in a shining, unforgiving arc. The light sliced through the creature. For a moment, I thought it might just keep coming. Then it wavered, glowing like a cloud lit by lightning, and blew apart into nothing. I had time for the barest surge of relief before the Darkling lifted his hand and another monster took its place, followed by another, and another. TWO WEEKS WE’D been in Cofton, and I was still getting lost. The town lay inland, west of the Novyi Zem coast, miles from the harbor where we’d landed. Soon we would go farther, deep into the wilds of the Zemeni frontier. Maybe then we’d begin to feel safe.