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.

Many boys will bring you flowers. But some day you’ll meet a boy who will learn your favourite flower, your favourite song, your favourite sweet.

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

“Knife to the throat?” asked Inej.

“Gun to the back?” said Jesper.

“Poison in his cup?” suggested Nina.

“You’re all horrible,”

So lovely. So real. It wasn’t fair.

“I’m mad at you, too.”

“Me? Why?”

“I don’t know yet. I just am.”