Crooked Kingdom: Book 2 (Six of Crows)

“You’d be surprised at what a man will do to avoid paying taxes.”

There’s no time to constantly be apologizing for existing. But when someone does wrong, when we make mistakes, we don’t say we’re sorry. We promise to make amends.

She would fight for him, but she could not heal him. She would not waste her life trying.

“I wouldn’t throw myself off a bridge for the king of Ravka.”

“It’s a terrible story,” said Matthias.

“I doubt it’s true. It’s just what happens when you let men name the

bridges.”

With a pang, Jesper

realized his father had worn his best suit. He’d combed his Kaelish red hair

tidily back from his brow.

You should leave, then,” said Jesper. “We only associate with the

disgraced heirs of the very finest fortunes.”

And Nina, I suspect you and your Fjerdan may want something

more to subsist on than patriotism and longing glances.

“I didn’t come looking for friends. And I’m not here for the washed-up cadgers and cowards, or the losers who think the Barrel owes them something for managing to stay alive. I came for the killers. The hard ones. The hungry ones. The people like me. This is my gang,” Kaz said

“Come meet them.”

Kaz nodded as if steeling himself, flexed his fingers once more.

“Wait,” he said. The burn of his voice was rougher than usual. “Is my tie straight?”

Inej laughed, her hood falling back from her hair.

“That’s the laugh,” he murmured,

“Say you’ll return.”