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  • #1
    Terry Pratchett
    “But all them things exist," said Nanny Ogg.
    "That's no call to go around believing in them. It only encourages 'em.”
    Terry Pratchett, Lords and Ladies
    tags: belief

  • #2
    Erin Morgenstern
    “The circus arrives without warning. No announcements precede it, no paper notices on downtown posts and billboards, no mentions or advertisements in local newspapers. It is simply there, when yesterday it was not.”
    Erin Morgenstern, The Night Circus

  • #3
    Leigh Bardugo
    “Maybe there were people who lived those lives. Maybe this girl was one of them. But what about the rest of us? What about the nobodies and the nothings, the invisible girls? We learn to hold our heads as if we wear crowns. We learn to wring magic from the ordinary. That was how you survived when you weren’t chosen, when there was no royal blood in your veins. When the world owed you nothing, you demanded something of it anyway.”
    Leigh Bardugo, Crooked Kingdom

  • #4
    Leigh Bardugo
    “I would have come for you. And if I couldn't walk, I'd crawl to you, and no matter how broken we were, we'd fight our way out together-knives drawn, pistols blazing. Because that's what we do. We never stop fighting.”
    Leigh Bardugo, Crooked Kingdom

  • #5
    Leigh Bardugo
    “No mourners, no funerals. Another way of saying good luck. But it was something more. A dark wink to the fact that there would be no expensive burials for people like them, no marble markers to remember their names, no wreaths of myrtle and rose.”
    Leigh Bardugo, Crooked Kingdom

  • #6
    Leigh Bardugo
    “He'd told her they would fight their way out. Knives drawn, pistols blazing. Because that's what we do. She would fight for him, but she could not heal him. She would not waste her life trying.”
    Leigh Bardugo, Crooked Kingdom

  • #7
    Leigh Bardugo
    “Why do you guys say that, anyway? No mourners, no funerals? Why not just say good luck or be safe?”
    “We like to keep our expectations low.”
    Leigh Bardugo, Crooked Kingdom

  • #8
    Leigh Bardugo
    “Until this moment, Wylan hadn't quite understood how much they meant to him. His father would have sneered at these thugs and thieves, a disgraced soldier, a gambler who couldn't keep out of the red. But they were his first friends, his only friends, and Wylan knew that even if he'd had his pick of a thousand companions, these would have been the people he chose.”
    Leigh Bardugo, Crooked Kingdom

  • #9
    Leigh Bardugo
    “He was going to break my legs,” she said, her chin held high, the barest quaver in her voice. “Would you have come for me then, Kaz? When I couldn’t scale a wall or walk a tightrope? When I wasn’t the Wraith anymore?”

    Dirtyhands would not. The boy who could get them through this, get their money, keep them alive, would do her the courtesy of putting her out of her misery, then cut his losses and move on.

    “I would come for you,” he said, and when he saw the wary look she shot him, he said it again. “I would come for you. And if I couldn’t walk, I’d crawl to you, and no matter how broken we were, we’d fight our way out together—knives drawn, pistols blazing. Because that’s what we do. We never stop fighting.”
    Leigh Bardugo, Crooked Kingdom

  • #10
    Leigh Bardugo
    “We were all supposed to make it,” said Wylan softly. Maybe that was naive, the protest of a rich merchant’s son who’d only had a taste of Barrel life.
    But Jesper realized he’d been thinking the same thing. After all their mad escapes and close calls, he’d started to believe the six of them were somehow charmed, that his guns, Kaz’s brains, Nina’s wit, Inej’s talent, Wylan’s ingenuity, and Matthias’ strength had made them somehow untouchable. They might suffer. They might take their knocks, but Wylan was right, in the end they were all supposed to stay standing.
    “No mourners,” said Jesper, surprised by the ache of tears in his throat.
    “No funerals,” they all replied softly.”
    Leigh Bardugo, Crooked Kingdom

  • #11
    Leigh Bardugo
    “She could feel the press of Kaz’s fingers against her skin, feel the bird’s wing brush of his mouth against her neck, see his dilated eyes. Two of the deadliest people the Barrel had to offer and they could barely touch each other without both of them keeling over. But they’d tried. He’d tried. Maybe they could try again. A foolish wish, the sentimental hope of a girl who hadn’t had the firsts of her life stolen, who hadn’t ever felt Tante Heleen’s lash, who wasn’t covered in wounds and wanted by the law. Kaz would have laughed at her optimism.”
    Leigh Bardugo, Crooked Kingdom

  • #12
    Leigh Bardugo
    “You’re not weak because you can’t read. You’re weak because you’re afraid of people seeing your weakness. You’re letting shame decide who you are. […] It’s shame that lines my pockets, shame that keeps the Barrel teeming with fools ready to put on a mask just so they can have what they want with none the wiser about it. We can endure all kinds of pain. It’s shame that eats men whole.”
    Leigh Bardugo, Crooked Kingdom

  • #13
    Leigh Bardugo
    “We can endure all kinds of pain. It’s shame that eats men whole.”
    Leigh Bardugo, Crooked Kingdom

  • #14
    Leigh Bardugo
    “Inej almost felt sorry for her. Dunyasha really believed she was the Lantsov heir, and maybe she was. But wasn’t that what every girl dreamed? That she’d wake and find herself a princess? Or blessed with magical powers and a grand destiny? Maybe there were people who lived those lives. Maybe this girl was one of them. But what about the rest of us? What about the nobodies and the nothings, the invisible girls? We learn to hold our heads as if we wear crowns. We learn to wring magic from the ordinary. That was how you survived when you weren’t chosen, when there was no royal blood in your veins. When the world owed you nothing, you demanded something of it anyway.”
    Leigh Bardugo, Crooked Kingdom

  • #15
    Leigh Bardugo
    “I will have you without armor, Kaz Brekker. Or I will not have you at all.”
    Leigh Bardugo, Six of Crows

  • #16
    Leigh Bardugo
    “Kaz leaned back. "What's the easiest way to steal a man's wallet?"
    "Knife to the throat?" asked Inej.
    "Gun to the back?" said Jesper.
    "Poison in his cup?" suggested Nina.
    "You're all horrible," said Matthias.”
    Leigh Bardugo, Six of Crows

  • #17
    Leigh Bardugo
    “I want you to stay. I want you to … I want you.” “You want me.” She turned the words over. Gently, she squeezed his hand. “And how will you have me, Kaz?” He looked at her then, eyes fierce, mouth set. It was the face he wore when he was fighting. “How will you have me?” she repeated. “Fully clothed, gloves on, your head turned away so our lips can never touch?”<...>“I will have you without armour, Kaz Brekker. Or I will not have you at all.”
    Leigh Bardugo, Six of Crows

  • #18
    Leigh Bardugo
    “It was because she was listening so closely that she knew the exact moment when Kaz Brekker, Dirtyhands, the bastard of the Barrel and deadliest boy in Ketterdam, fainted.”
    Leigh Bardugo, Six of Crows

  • #19
    Leigh Bardugo
    “Always hit where the mark isn't looking"

    "Who's Mark?" asked Wylan.”
    Leigh Bardugo, Six of Crows

  • #20
    Leigh Bardugo
    “This isn’t … it isn’t a trick, is it?” Her voice was smaller than she wanted it to be.

    The shadow of something dark moved across Kaz’s face. “If it were a trick, I’d promise you safety. I’d offer you happiness. I don’t know if that exists in the Barrel, but you’ll find none of it with me.”

    For some reason, those words had comforted her. Better terrible truths than kind lies.

    “All right,” she said. “How do we begin?”

    “Let’s start by getting out of here and finding you some proper clothes. Oh, and Inej,” he said as he led her out of the salon, “don’t ever sneak up on me again.”
    Leigh Bardugo, Six of Crows

  • #21
    Leigh Bardugo
    “Though he’d trusted her with his life countless times, it felt much more frightening to trust her with his shame.”
    Leigh Bardugo, Six of Crows

  • #22
    Leigh Bardugo
    “You wouldn't know a good time if it sidled up to you and stuck a lollipop in your mouth.”
    Leigh Bardugo, Six of Crows

  • #23
    Leigh Bardugo
    “I’m a very valuable investment.”

    “Tell me he didn’t say that.”

    “Of course he did. Well, not the valuable part.”
    “Idiot.”

    “How’s Matthias?”

    “Also an idiot.”
    Leigh Bardugo, Six of Crows

  • #24
    Leigh Bardugo
    “Nina—” Inej murmured.
    “Don’t you start in on me.”
    “It will all work out. Let Kaz do what he does best.”
    “He’s horrible.”
    “But effective. Being angry at Kaz for being ruthless is like being angry at a stove for being hot. You know what he is.”
    Nina crossed her arms. “I’m mad at you, too.”
    “Me? Why?”
    “I don’t know yet. I just am.”
    Leigh Bardugo, Six of Crows

  • #25
    Leigh Bardugo
    “You’re about to be rich, Kaz. What will you do when there’s no more blood to shed or vengeance to take?”

    “There’s always more.”

    “More money, more mayhem, more scores to settle. Was there never another dream?”

    He said nothing. What had carved all the hope from his heart? She might never know.

    Inej turned to go. Kaz seized her hand, keeping it on the railing. He didn’t look at her. "Stay,” he said, his voice rough stone. “Stay in Ketterdam. Stay with me.”

    She looked down at his gloved hand clutching hers. Everything in her wanted to say yes, but she would not settle for so little, not after all she’d been through. “What would be the point?”

    He took a breath. “I want you to stay. I want you to … I want you.”

    “You want me.” She turned the words over. Gently, she squeezed his hand. “And how will you have me, Kaz?”

    He looked at her then, eyes fierce, mouth set. It was the face he wore when he was fighting.

    “How will you have me?” she repeated. “Fully clothed, gloves on, your head turned away so our lips can never touch?”

    He released her hand, his shoulders bunching, his gaze angry and ashamed as he turned his face to the sea.

    Maybe it was because his back was to her that she could finally speak the words. “I will have you without armor, Kaz Brekker. Or I will not have you at all.”
    Leigh Bardugo, Six of Crows

  • #26
    Leigh Bardugo
    “There was no part of him that was not broken, that had not healed wrong, and there was no part of him that was not stronger for having been broken.”
    Leigh Bardugo, Six of Crows

  • #27
    Leigh Bardugo
    “There was no part of him that was not broken, that had not healed wrong, and there was no part of him that was not stronger for having been broken. No one knew who he was. No one knew where he came from. He'd become Kaz Brekker, cripple and confidence man, bastard of the Barrel.
    The gloves were his one concession to weakness. Since that night among the bodies and the swim from the Reaper's Barge, he had not been able to bear the feeling of skin against skin. It was excruciating to him, revolting. It was the only piece of his past that he could not forge into something dangerous.”
    Leigh Bardugo, Six of Crows

  • #28
    Leigh Bardugo
    “Remember our friend Mark?” Wylan winced. “Let’s say the mark is a tourist walking through the Barrel. He’s heard it’s a good place to get rolled, so he keeps patting his wallet, making sure it’s there, congratulating himself on just how alert and cautious he’s being. No fool he. Of course every time he pats his back pocket or the front of his coat, what is he doing? He’s telling every thief on the Stave exactly where he keeps his scrub.”

    “Saints,” grumbled Nina. “I’ve probably done that.”

    “Everyone does,” said Inej.

    Jesper lifted a brow. “Not everyone.”

    “That’s only because you never have anything in your wallet,” Nina shot back.

    “Mean.”

    “Factual.”

    “Facts are for the unimaginative,” Jesper said with a dismissive wave.”
    Leigh Bardugo, Six of Crows

  • #29
    Leigh Bardugo
    “Why do you wear gloves, Mister Brekker?"
    Kaz raised a brow. "I'm sure you've heard the stories."
    "Each more grotesque than the last."
    Kaz had heard them, too. Brekker's hands were stained with blood. Brekker's hands were covered in scars. Brekker had claws and not fingers because he was part demon. Brekker's touch burned like brimstone - a single brush of his bare skin caused your flesh to wither and die.
    "Pick one," Kaz said as he vanished into the night, thoughts already turning to thirty million kruge and the crew he'd need to help him get it. "They're all true enough.”
    Leigh Bardugo, Six of Crows

  • #30
    Leigh Bardugo
    “What’s the easiest way to steal a man’s wallet?”
    “Knife to the throat?” asked Inej.
    “Gun to the back?” said Jesper.
    “Poison in his cup?” suggested Nina.
    “You’re all horrible,” said Matthias.
    Kaz rolled his eyes. “The easiest way to steal a man’s wallet is to tell him you’re going to steal his watch. You take his attention and direct it where you want it to go. Hringkälla is going to do that job for us. The Ice Court will have to divert resources to monitoring guests and protecting the royal family. They can’t be looking everywhere at once. It’s the perfect opportunity to spring Bo Yul-Bayur.” Kaz pointed to the prison gate in the ringwall. “Remember what I told you at Hellgate, Nina?”
    “It’s hard to keep track of all your wisdom.”
    Leigh Bardugo, Six of Crows



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