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“Nina, people love to give up authority to men in nice clothes. I have uniforms for the stadwatch, the harbor police, and the livery of every merch mansion on the Geldstraat. Let’s go.”
Matthias knew monsters, and one glance at Kaz Brekker had told him this was a creature who had spent too long in the dark—he’d brought something back with him when he’d crawled into the light. Matthias
Many boys will bring you flowers. But someday you’ll meet a boy who will learn your favorite flower, your favorite song, your favorite 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.
“Wind in your hair, sea spray on your skin. The cold of the living.”
They were like a maddening chorus of crows, squawking in Matthias’ ear: Traitor, traitor, traitor.
“It’s like trying to raise a corpse.” “The dead request five more minutes,” she would say, and bury her head in the furs.
“If you two keep fighting, you’re going to get us all killed, and I have a lot more card games I need to lose.”
The water hears and understands. The ice does not forgive.
Kaz thought. Doesn’t matter how big the gun is if you don’t know where to point it.
Inej looked at her strange crew, barefoot and shivering in their soot-stained prison uniforms, their features limned by the golden light of the dome, softened by the mist that hung in the air. What bound them together? Greed? Desperation? Was it just the knowledge that if one or all of them disappeared tonight, no one would come looking?
“Saints, Kaz, you actually look happy.” “Don’t be ridiculous,” he snapped. But
