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No matter what street law decreed, this night smelled like violence.
“If I see a single scratch or nick on those, I’ll spell forgive me on your chest in bullet holes.”
their laughter had the frantic serration that came with near disaster.
everything seemed sunnier with a weapon in his hand.
One minute he made her blush and the next he made her want to commit murder.
“They’re going to be too busy to check,” said the strange, pale boy. And then the screaming started.
had spent too long in the dark—he’d brought something back with him when he’d crawled into the light.
“The Fjerdans believe all the world is connected through its waters—the seas, the ice, the rivers and streams, the rain and storms. All feed Djel and are fed by him. When we die, we call it felöt-objer, taking root. We become as roots of the ash tree, drinking from Djel wherever we are laid.”
The water hears and understands. The ice does not forgive.
“Well, we’ve managed to get ourselves locked into the most secure prison in the world. We’re either geniuses or the dumbest sons of bitches to ever breathe air.”
She’d laughed, and if he could have bottled the sound and gotten drunk on it every night, he would have. It terrified him.
“It catches every time, like he’s never seen you before.”
“I will have you without armor, Kaz Brekker. Or I will not have you at all.”
