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560 pages, Paperback
First published January 29, 2019
鈥淢ost of us can hide our greatest hurts and longings. It鈥檚 how we survive each day. We pretend the pain isn鈥檛 there, that we are made of scars instead of wounds.鈥�
鈥淭he books do not tell the whole story鈥�
鈥淐all me Grisha. Call me zowa. Call me death, if you like.鈥�
鈥淎 handsome monster husband who put a crown on her head? It鈥檚 a perfect fairy tale to sell to some starry-eyed girl. She can lock you in at night and kiss you sweetly in the morning, and Ravka will be secure.鈥�
鈥淲e are all connected, King Nikolai. The Grisha, the Fold, the power inside you. The Fold is a wound that may never heal. But perhaps it was not meant to.鈥�
鈥淎ll fuels burn differently. Some faster, some hotter. Hate is one kind of fuel. But hate that began as devotion? That makes for another kind of flame.鈥�
Why did it matter to him what became of Ravka? Broken, needy, frustrating Ravka. The grand lady. The crying child. The drowning man who would drag you under rather than be saved. This country that took so much and gave nothing back. Maybe because he knew that he and his country were the same.
Nikolai had always understood that he and Ravka were the same. He just hadn鈥檛 understood how: He was not the crying child or even the drowning man. He was the forever soldier, eternally at war, unable to ever lay down his arms and heal.
He straightened the lapels of his velvet coat and winked.
鈥淚t鈥檚 not exciting if nothing can go wrong.鈥�
tea got spilled
facts got spoken
we're all shook now
Zoya of the lost city, Zoya of the garden, Zoya bleeding in the snow. You are strong enough to survive the fall
鈥淣ikolai had always understood that he and Ravka were the same. He just hadn鈥檛 understood how: He was not the crying child or even the drowning man. He was the forever soldier, eternally at war, unable to ever lay down his arms and heal. Maybe because he knew he and his country were the same鈥�
鈥淚t was angry, hungry, full of broken animal longing. Though Nikolai might not like it, those things were all a part of him still. Like calls to like."
鈥淐all me Grisha. Call me zowa. Call me death, if you like.鈥�
"Who would speak for Liliyana, for Genya and Alina and Baghra if she did not? Who will speak for me?"
鈥淟ay down the thorn, boy king. Haven鈥檛 you earned a bit of rest? Aren鈥檛 you tired?'
He was. Saints, he was. He thought he had grown used to his scars, but he had never grasped how much of his will it would take to hide them. He had fought and sacrificed and bled. He had gone long days without rest and long nights without comfort. All for Ravka, all for an ideal he would never attain and a country that would never care.鈥�
鈥淪he wished she had Inej鈥檚 gift for spywork or Kaz鈥檚 gift for scheming, but she only seemed to have Jesper鈥檚 gift for bad decisions.鈥�
鈥淟esser animals whined and struggled when they鈥檇 been caught in a snare. The fox found a way out.鈥�
"Little red bird, let me go." - "Goodbye, Matthias."
鈥淚f men were ashamed when they should be, they'd have no time for anything else.鈥�
鈥淎ll fuels burn differently. Some faster, some hotter. Hate is one kind of fuel. But hate that began as devotion? That makes for another kind of flame.鈥�
You cannot protect yourself from suffering. To live is to grieve. You are not protecting yourself by shutting yourself off from the world. You are limiting yourself.
He thought he had grown used to his scars, but he had never grasped how much of his will it would take to hide them.
鈥淐all me Grisha. Call me zowa. Call me death, if you like.'鈥�
鈥淲e are all connected, King Nikolai. The Grisha, the Fold, the power inside you. The Fold is a wound that may never heal. But perhaps it was not meant to.鈥�
鈥淎 handsome monster husband who put a crown on her head? It鈥檚 a perfect fairy tale to sell to some starry-eyed girl. She can lock you in at night and kiss you sweetly in the morning, and Ravka will be secure.鈥�
鈥淢ost women suffer thorns for the sake of the flowers, but we who wield power adorn ourselves with flowers to hide the sting of our thorns鈥�
"Most women suffer thorns for the sake of the flowers. But we who would weild power adorn ourselves with flowers to hide the sting of our thorns."
There had been a time when words had been the only place he could find solace.
"All those lives lost, all we've worked for, and these fools are so ready to rewrite history."
She wished she had Inej's gift for spywork or Kaz's gift for scheming, but she only seemed to have Jesper's gift for bad decisions.
"Everyone mourns the first blossom. Who will grieve the rest that fall?"
OOOPS!
That was utterly disappointing.
*UNPOPULAR OPINION TIME!*
鉃� King of Scars was one of the most anticipated books for me. Nikolai's and Nina's stories deserved closure. But not the fanfiction Bardugo turned this book into. I am shaken and I am disappointed.
鉃� 500+ pages were too much for this book. It was slow; nothing really was happening. Half the book was a clear recap of Grisha books and a desperate attempt to copy the style of Six of Crows, which didn't work here if you ask me. And honestly, the whole story felt like fanfiction, aimed to soothe the fans' anger at some stuff that happened in both Grisha and Six of Crows series.
鉃� I am once again facing the butchering of my native language. I accept no more excuses like: Bardugo simplified the language to adapt it for English speaking readers and so on. NO. It is simply a lazy job. Some things need only be googled. One minute and you get it right. I will only mention here: Korol Rezni from Russian means King of Massacre, not King of Scars. So Bardugo didn't even get the essential thing right.
*RANT TIME! BEWARE THE SPOILERS!!*
鉃� Nina, who I loved so much in Six of Crows, got her POV here as well. At first, her heartfelt journey to acceptance and redemption made me love her more; the scene where she was burying Matthias was simply beautiful and so much-needed closure for all of us. But ten minutes later Bardugo introduces us to Nina's new love interest: Hanne! I am sorry Bardugo, but I haven't shed so many tears and suffered so much to see you pairing Nina with some girl I care nothing about. It didn't feel right to do that so soon after Matthias died. Just no!
鉃� Nikolai and Co. did feel like Kaz and Co. Do you remember funny Nikolai from Grisha? I don't. Because here he was overshadowed by the carboard version of Nikolai. Zoya, on the other hand, was fury and power, but I didn't really care about the 'girl saves the day' concept nor was I eager for the growing chemistry between Nikolai and Zoya.
鉃� Now, I don't know how to call the direction the plot took rather than delusional? Why on earth would Bardugo resurrect the Darkling?! Ah, of course, I've totally forgotten it's a fanfiction, and for the sake of fans, we get the Dark Prince rising *turns on the zombie music* No. I was a fan of the Darkling. I didn't like that Bardugo killed him off in Grisha. But I accepted it and went on with my life. But, no, it was not enough to burn him once, you had to do it twice and then he still came back in a body of a different character. Terminator has nothing on the Darkling-zombie. I am sorry but I can't and won't accept that twist.
Overall, I guess my romance with Grishaverse ends here. I have no regrets nor do I have a desire to keep up the charade of pretending I am still interested in these books. The misspelling of King of Scars into King of Massacre (Korol Rezni) turned out to be prophetic: Bardugo butchered this series for me once and for all.