Crooked Kingdom (Six of Crows, #2)

by Leigh Bardugo

He wanted to tell Nina that you could love something and still see its flaws.

But just as surely as life connected everything, so did death. It was that endless, fast-running river. She’d dipped her fingers into its current, held the eddy of its power in her hand. She was the Queen of Mourning, and in its depths, she would never drown.

“Monstrous boy.” “Ketterdam is made of monsters. I just happen to have the longest teeth.”

“Crows remember human faces. They remember the people who feed them, who are kind to them. And the people who wrong them too.”

Had she really thought the world didn’t change? She was a fool. The world was made of miracles, unexpected earthquakes, storms that came from nowhere and might reshape a continent. The man beside her. The future before her. Anything was possible.