Six of Crows (Six of Crows, #1)

by Leigh Bardugo

He was a collection of hard lines and tailored edges—sharp jaw, lean build, wool coat snug across his shoulders.

“I trade in information, Geels, the things men do when they think no one is looking. Shame holds more value than coin ever can.”

Now the monster was here, dead-eyed and unafraid. Kaz Brekker was gone, and Dirtyhands had come to see the rough work done.

He grinned at her, his smile sudden and jarring as a thunderclap, his eyes the near-black of bitter coffee. “We’ll be kings and queens, Inej. Kings and queens.”

“Everything,”