Shadow and Bone

When I was young, I was afraid of the dark.

When I got older, I learned that darkness is a place,

- and it's full of monsters. -

I live in East Ravka, but I've never been welcome here

because I look like my mother, and she looked like the enemy.

Alina, how can you do that in here?

Bumps help with texture.

The Fold looks different on mine.

I need to get a better view from your country.

She grew up here. Come on!

The Shu Han didn't want her either.

Cartographers, listen up. We're almost there.

Pack up and be ready to leave.

And if you lose anything, you will not be getting a replacement.

But they aren't the monsters. They're just boys.

I learned about my true enemy when I was a child.

Is it real?

Of course it's real.

The Fold ate your parents.

It's the reason for many of the orphans here.

People trying to cross. Taunting the Saints.

Then why cross it? Why not go around?

Read the map.

The north want our Grisha dead,

the south guards its mountains.

We have nowhere else to go.

Now work on your shading, girl.

Keep a pencil in your hand.

Or else someone will put a rifle in it instead.

I spent years thinking I'd find a way out.

Around the Fold, to go somewhere where no one cares where I'm from.

- -

But now, I'm old enough to know the only way out is through.

We are never going to see it go away. This abomination is here forever.

You don't go to church.

A Saint who can summon the sun will destroy it.

I'd like to see even one person who isn't scared of that.

I bet I know someone.

Mal. He isn't afraid of anything.

You'd be surprised.

Alina.

Mal?

Look what I found.

- Where? - Little guy's lost.

But I found some chewed plants in the woods to the east.

I bet his warren's there.

Why you run from me, half-breed?

Stay away from him.

Or what? You going to draw me, rice eater?

Or I'll cut you.

- - What's this?

Who's tracked in dirt on my rug? Mal Oretsev!

Mal?

I know you're hiding here!

- Come out now! - No!

Can't hide forever.

Yes, I can!

All right, maybe you can.

But this is what you become!

A boy who hides from a fight!

Get very good at it, maybe you'll survive to see 20.

Bring me a big rabbit before the dinner bell goes.

Final bets! Final bets!

Keep it clean, boys, go on.

Yes!

Get stuck in there. Let's go! Come on!

It's all right, breathe. Breathe, here we go. Come on.

He'll be all right?

I'm sure we'll find out. Come on, hit him! Belt him.

He doesn't want it! Come on, chump! He doesn't want it!

Hurt him, now! Hurt him!

Come on, let's go! Let's go now! Let's have it. Come on!

Lovely!

Yes! Yes!

You beauty!

My boy, Mal Oretsev, wins again! Who wants a go?

I'll take a turn.

How about it? Just you and me.

No, no, no.

If you lose, you'll be in the medika. If you win, they'll throw you in the brig.

Shut it down, boys! Shut it down!

You try me without that magic, huh?

It's just air.

Come on! Anyone!

Alina!

When did you get in?

Yesterday. Everyone's getting their assignments.

Suppose cartography's heading back south.

I found out 'cause they're putting my unit with yours again.

They're looking for a way through the mountains.

Oh! So we're back together?

They can't keep best friends apart for too long.

Corporal Oretsev, are you saying you miss me?

Well, I need someone to take the fall for my petty crimes, that's all.

- Oh, they moved our tent. - Yeah, it's down that end now.

So many First Army here.

We look like a halfway house, accepting donations.

Actually, I won't be accepting any donations

- because I won this betting on a fight. - Huh?

Look at you. Flush with five whole… kruge?

What will you do with foreign money? We're not in Ketterdam.

Don't crush my dreams.

Again! Inferni!

Nice. Nice. Good. Good. Again.

This is why our tents got moved.

- Good. - Grisha wanted more space.

Ugh. Grisha.

Now. I'm going to do it again.

Show-offs.

Another Inferni and Squaller.

They're always picking on us when their general's not around.

It's like home all over again.

It wasn't all bad. We learned some good life lessons back then.

Yeah? Care to share with the class?

One, don't cry in public.

Hide your emotional breakdown for when you're alone. Obviously.

- Two, always carry a weapon on you. - Always.

There's a third I can't remember.

Open her up, we're loading!

That looks new.

Brand-new. Grisha call it ultralight.

Made by their own Fabrikators. It's supposed to be faster.

What happened to the last one?

Never came back.

- There he is! - Here we go.

I would have made a killing on you,

but nah, he refused to loan me any money, so…

That's because you're a child in a bigger child's body.

- You're shorter than I am. - Okay. Dubrov, Mikhael, this is Alina.

Your little friend from Keramzin?

- Ah… - This is her.

- "Little friend"? - How is that wrong?

- He talks about you all the time. - What does he say?

- Oh, well… - Don't listen to these two.

They like to exaggerate. It's what they do.

- Look at him! - Oh, he's so easy to rile.

Is that annoying you?

Yeah? All right. Come on, you bastard.

- -

- Come on, then. -

- Saved by the horn, Mal. - Oh, I wouldn't say so.

What does he say about me?

All right, listen up.

I know some of you have been on the road for a week, so I'll be brief.

Most of you will continue north to the Fjerdan frontlines.

Or south to the Shu Han border.

The Second Army, however, has a shiny new solution to our food shortage,

and it sails tomorrow for Novokribirsk.

If this model works,

it means a full meal for everyone in this tent next week.

It means bullets for your guns and sugar for your tea.

How about some whiskey?

Yes, that would be nice, but don't hold your breath.

Of course, they need our help bringing those supplies back,

so some of you will be assigned.

"There's nothing to fear."

"I will now be selecting names for what I call the 'nightmare lottery.'"

For the supply run across the Fold!

Sergeant Yure Teplov.

Tracker Malyen Oretsev!

Corporal Masyelentov!

Did he… But you're in our unit.

- Rifleman Valek Tapenyov! - Uh…

It has to be an error. It has to be.

- Didn't sound like an error, Mal. - And finally, Medic Nolech Barenovsky.

That's it. Dinner in one hour.

Come back and line up by rank. Dismissed.

Mal.

Well, if it does work, I'll get to visit Ketterdam.

Come on, come on!

Yes! I love it!

Darling, please. Drinks here. Drinks all round here, please.

Hey, you take Zemeni coin, yes?

Let me see that.

The Lucky Nine casino up the block

has had trouble with counterfeit coin lately.

Heavy, but brittle.

Oh, come on, now. I've been here for hours.

My money is good, no?

Zemeni coin can take a bullet. But the knockoff…

Busted.

What does that prove?

Hey! Wait! What are you doing?

Get off me!

No loud noises at the table, Jesper.

You'll scare off the pigeons.

Wouldn't want that, boss.

- Shouldn't you be on the door? - Yeah, right away, boss.

Early for action, innit, Kaz?

What do you want, Rotty?

Someone stole a DeKappel from a merch's private residence last night.

Is that so?