Six of Crows (Six of Crows, #1)

by Leigh Bardugo

“Men mock the gods until they need them,

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 am almost sorry, Nina.” “Almost?” “I’m too hungry to really be sorry.”

Jesper looked down at his plate and moaned. “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.”

“The life you live, the hate you feel—it’s poison. I can drink it no longer.”

“We have a tank,” marveled Nina. “Kaz, you creepy little genius, the plan worked. You got us a tank.” “They got us a tank.” “We have one,” Matthias said, then pointed at the horde of metal and smoke bearing down on them. “They have a lot more.” “Yeah, but you know what they don’t have?” Kaz asked as Jesper rotated the tank’s giant gun. “A bridge.”

“I’ve had my fill of captivity,” she said. “They won’t take me alive.” “Me neither,” said Wylan. Jesper snorted from inside the tank. “We really need to get him more suitable friends.”

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