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She had learned the practice of deception from Kaz Brekker himself, and there was no greater teacher.
Thats our boi
The Wellmother turned, her eyes the cold color of slate. “Hello, Nina.”
Oh shi-
Sometimes she wondered if she’d made a mistake leaving her friends in Ketterdam. She missed Inej’s stillness, the knowledge that she could say anything to her without fear of recrimination. She missed Jesper’s laughing ways and Wylan’s sweetness. She even missed Kaz’s ruthlessness.
Whenever Zoya left the king’s side—to fetch a cool cloth for his head, to turn up the lanterns so that the Healer had better light—Nikolai would open his eyes and mutter, “Where is my general?”
Cutie pie
She brushed the hair back from his face, placed a kiss on his forehead. “I would stay forever if I could,” she whispered. He wouldn’t remember anyway.
STAY WITH HIM GODDAMNIT
The world might crumble, but Nikolai Lantsov would be holding up the ceiling with one hand and plucking a speck of dirt from his lapel with the other when it all went to ruin.
She looked like a beautiful, rakish pirate who had wandered off the pages of a storybook, a bit of sparkling chaos in David’s carefully ordered world.
Okay cute
stabbed with a letter opener by an otherwise lovely young lady who had been insulted by his attempt at a romantic sonnet. But really, how many things rhymed with “tremulous nests”?
THEY STOOD ON THE SHORE of the lake at the Little Palace, watching David’s body burn.
this is bullshit
She glimpsed a few words in David’s scrawl: Ideas for compliments—hair (color, texture), smile (causes and effects), talents (tailoring, tonics, sense of style—inquire on “style”), teeth? size of feet?
NO STOP
Because I find I don’t want to fight for a future if I can’t find a way to make a future with you.
“Saints,” Zoya gasped as the Crow Club came into view.
“I have something you want. Safety for the Wraith.” He didn’t miss the slight bobble in Brekker’s step. “Speak,” said Kaz.
I love this mf
Brekker gave the handle on the iron door a spin. “Come with me, Sturmhond. If we’re going to pull this off, we’ll need some very particular help.”
WHO. THE ANTICIPATION IS KILLING ME
“I’m not supposed to let you in,” Jesper said. Brekker seemed unperturbed. “Why not?” “Because every time I do, you ask me to break the law.”
Joran seized her arm. “He was my brother. He was a traitor. I shot him and left him to die in a foreign city. I—”
PANIK
She’d been too afraid to say yes to him, to show him the truth of her longing, to admit that from the first time she’d seen him, she’d known he was the hero of all her aunt’s stories, the boy with the golden spirit full of light and hope.
STOP
If it wasn’t for me, Nina never would have been captured by Fjerdans. She never would have ended up in Ketterdam or fallen in love with a witchhunter. I can’t lose her again.”
NINA COULDN’T THINK STRAIGHT.
Ms. Bardugo i see what you did there
Brum was taken to the infirmary to have his gunshot wounds treated. He would recover in time, though he would have healed faster with the help of a Grisha.
haha binch
