Six of Crows

Men mock the gods until they need them, Kaz.”

“They fear you as I once feared you,” he said. “As you once feared me. We are all someone’s monster, Nina.”

He thought of Inej’s hand on his cheek. His mind had gone jagged at the sensation, a riot of confusion. It had been terror and disgust and – in all of that clamour – desire, a wish that lingered still, the hope that she would touch him again.

Inej could never be his, not really, but he would find a way to give her the freedom he’d promised her so long ago.

The heart is an arrow. It demands aim to land true.

If you wanted to kill a vine, you didn’t just keep cutting it back. You tore it from the ground by the roots.

The autumn leaf might cling to its branch, but it was already dead. The only question was when it would fall.

Better terrible truths than kind lies.

The water hears and understands. The ice does not forgive.

“I don’t want to die.”

“I’ll do my best to make other arrangements for you.”