“Has anyone noticed this whole city is looking for us, mad at us, or wants to kill us?“ “So?” said Kaz. “Well, usually it’s just half the city.” Crooked Kingdom // Leigh Bardugo
concept: grey skies, cold forest in deep green, milky fog of the morning, icelandic sagas, withered leaves blown to and fro by the late autumn wind, the smell of damp earth after rain, thick coats, silent colours, pale fingers, ageless stones, faint silhouette of a running deer, soft wintery light grazing through the trees, dead languages, runes carved in wood, hushed whispers, first snow, a solitary life
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