From the Bookshelf of Ranters and Reviewers…

“No mourners. No funerals. Among them, it passed for 'good luck’.”

“No mourners. No funerals. Among them, it passed for 'good luck’.”

“A gambler, a convict, a wayward son, a lost Grisha, a Suli girl who had become a killer, a boy from the Barrel who had become something worse.”

“Greed is your god, Kaz."
He almost laughed at that. "No, Inej. Greed bows to me. It is my servant and my lever.”

“Six dangerous outcasts. One impossible heist. Together they might be unstoppable — if they don’t kill each other first.”

“Six people, but a thousand ways this insane plan could go wrong.”

“Many boys will bring you flowers. But someday you'll meet a boy who will learn your favorite flower, your favorite song, your favorite sweet. And even if he is too poor to give you any of them, it won't matter because he will have taken the time to know you as no one else does. Only that boy earns your heart.”

“Jesper knocked his head against the hull and cast his eyes heavenward. “Fine. But if Pekka Rollins kills us all, I’m going to get Wylan’s ghost to teach my ghost how to play the flute just so that I can annoy the hell out of your ghost.”

Brekker’s lips quirked. “I’ll just hire Matthias’ ghost to kick your ghost’s ass.”

“My ghost won’t associate with your ghost,” Matthias said primly, and then wondered if the sea air was rotting his brain.”

“Kaz leaned back. "What's the easiest way to steal a man's wallet?"
"Knife to the throat?" asked Inej.
"Gun to the back?" said Jesper.
"Poison in his cup?" suggested Nina.
"You're all horrible," said Matthias.”

“Brick by brick, I will destroy you.”

“Scheming face,” Inej murmured.
Jesper nodded. “Definitely.”

“A liar, a thief, and utterly without conscience. But he'll keep to any deal you strike with him.”

“When everyone knows you’re a monster, you needn’t waste time doing every monstrous thing.”

“Besides, she was the Wraith – the only law that applied to her was gravity, and some days she defied that, too.”

“She was not a lynx or a spider or even the Wraith. She was Inej Ghafa, and her future was waiting above.”

“Whenever he got cranky, he liked to lay hands on a gun, like a child seeking the comfort of a favoured doll.”

“Wylan,” Jesper said, giving him a little shake. “Maybe your tutors didn’t cover this lesson, but you do not argue with a man covered in blood and a knife up his sleeve.”

“They fear you as I once feared you,” he said. “As you once feared me. We are all someone’s monster, Nina.”

“Kaz, if you want me dead, I prefer a bullet to poison.”

Nina scrunched her nose. “When I don’t want to eat, you know there’s a problem.”

“Do you have a different name for killing when you wear a uniform to do it?”

Nina snorted. “Matthias the tulip.”
“The big, brooding, yellow tulip.”

“Always hit where the mark isn't looking"

"Who's Mark?" asked Wylan.”

“What do you like?"
"Music. Numbers. Equations. They're not like words. They ... they don't get mixed up."

“A convict with a thirst for revenge

A sharpshooter who can’t walk away from a wager

A runaway with a privileged past

A spy known as the Wraith

A Heartrender using her magic to survive the slums

A thief with a gift for unlikely escapes”

“I'm a business man," he'd told her. "No more, no less."
"You're a thief, Kaz."
"Isn't that what I just said?”