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“When everyone knows you’re a monster, you needn’t waste time doing every monstrous thing.”
you fail, all the world will suffer for it.” “Oh, it’s worse than that, Van Eck. If I fail, I don’t get paid.”
was like standing in the hollowed-out trunk of a massive tree, something long dead and howling with echoes.
“You may still die in the Dregs.” Inej’s dark eyes had glinted. “I may. But I’ll die on my feet with a knife in my hand.”
This one walked with soft feet like she’d drifted in from the next world and no one had the good sense to send her back.
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.
He was the same Kaz – cold, rude, impossible – but beneath all that anger, she thought she’d seen something else, too. Or maybe she was just a romantic.
Jesper scrubbed the back of his neck, touched his hands to his guns, returned to his neck. He always seemed to be in motion.
“You’re sure we can’t go in as entertainers? I hear Wylan really kills it on the flute.”
Though he’d trusted her with his life countless times, it felt much more frightening to trust her with this shame.
She could just make out the horizon, the barest difference between black sky and blacker sea.
