Six of Crows (Six of Crows, #1)

by Leigh Bardugo

“No mourners,” Jesper said as he tossed his rifle to Rotty. “No funerals,”

the only law that applied to her was gravity, and some days she defied that, too.

Many boys will bring you flowers. But some day you’ll meet a boy who will learn your favourite flower, your favourite song, your favourite 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.

Matthias suspected that Brekker would drag the girl back from hell himself if he had to.

“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.

“I will have you without armour, Kaz Brekker. Or I will not have you at all.”