Nonoverse

“I used to meet with one of my tutors here, back when my father still thought . . . The tutor had a lot of interesting stories. And I always liked the maps. Tracing the letters sometimes made it easier to . . . It's how I found the passage.
"You know, Wylan, one of these days I'm going to stop underestimating you."
There was a brief pause and then, somewhere ahead, he heard Wylan say, "Then you're going to be a lot harder to surprise.”
― Leigh Bardugo, Crooked Kingdom

“Does this bother you, merchling?”
“I don’t enjoy feeling like a thief.”
“After everything he’s done?”
“Yes.”
“So much for righteous. You do realize we’re stealing your money?”
“Jesper said the same thing, but I’m sure my father wrote me out of his will as soon as Alys became pregnant.”
“That doesn’t mean you’re any less entitled to it.”
“I don’t want it. I just don’t want him to have it.”
“What a luxury to turn your back on luxury.”
― Leigh Bardugo, Crooked Kingdom

“Fine. But if Pekka Rollins kills us all, I'm going to get Wylan's ghost to teach my ghost how to play the flute just so that I can annoy your ghost." "I'll just hire Matthias' ghost to kick your ghost's ass." "My ghost won't associate with your ghost.”
― Leigh Bardugo, Six of Crows

“Jesper’s mind emptied. He wasn’t thinking of what had happened before or what might happen next. There was only the reality of Wylan’s mouth, the press of his lips, then the fine bones of his neck, the silky feel of his curls as Jesper cupped his nape and drew him nearer.
This was the kiss he’d been waiting for. It was a gunshot. It was prairie fire. It was the spin of Makker’s Wheel. Jesper felt the pounding of his heart—or was it Wylan’s?—like a stampede in his chest, and the only thought in his head was a happy, startled, Oh.
Slowly, inevitably, they broke apart. “Wylan,” Jesper said, looking into the wide blue sky of his eyes, “I really hope we don’t die.”
― Leigh Bardugo, Crooked Kingdom