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Along The Tether | A Darklina Fan Fiction |

Along The Tether | A Darklina Fan Fiction |

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Grishaverse
He had obliterated everything. I was on the cusp of destroying the fold? I had stabbed him- and Mal. The rest fought around us, I had cried for his death the same as I had Mal's. The darkling grabbed my hand and stole my power, and then blinding light was everywhere but also darkness. I knew then that everyone I had loved and known, they were all gone. Dust. Taken down by the power they had thought would save them. The last thing I saw was the darkling using his own power to sew the fold back together. I thought where had it gone wrong? But then I realised everything had been going wrong since the moment he had laid eyes on me in his tent. And now everything would be going wrong the rest of my days because I was left with only him.
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"Crowns topple easily. Thrones crumble like dust. Hearts cease to beat. Thorns draw blood." In a country torn into two, there should have been no room for mistakes. Especially not at the very core of the royal family. That was what she was. Yes, a Lantsov but a witch. Bloodletter. Grisha. In the darkness he longs for the country that had been his home for a great many years. A country that had branded him a heretic, a monster driven by greed, a traitor. Even in hiding, he yearns and yearns. For what, he did not know. But he soon will. A stain of red in an otherwise pristine white cloth. Either cut it out or cut yourself. ▪︎•▪︎•▪︎• The events of this book take place generations prior to Shadow and Bone. A few generations after the Fold was created. (Based on the books from the Grishaverse)

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