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 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.”

I … I guess what I mean is, this action will have no echo.”

“ Pardon?”

“It sounds better in Suli.

“Stop playing around, Brekker, or I’ll send my unholy army of the dead after you.”

“No mourners,” said Jesper, surprised by the ache of tears in his throat.

“No funerals,” they all replied softly.

He couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt this good. And no one was even shooting at him.