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“Isn’t that how things are done around here?” asked Wylan. “We all tell Kaz we’re fine and then do something stupid?”
“Are we that predictable?” said Inej.
Wylan and Matthias said in unison, “Yes.”
― Crooked Kingdom
“Are we that predictable?” said Inej.
Wylan and Matthias said in unison, “Yes.”
― Crooked Kingdom
“In the end, he was not Nina or Matthias or Kaz or Inej or Jesper. He was just Wylan Van Eck. He told them everything”
― Crooked Kingdom
― Crooked Kingdom
“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.”
― Crooked Kingdom
"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.”
― Crooked Kingdom
“How do you survive the Barrel? When they took everything from you, you found a way to make something from nothing.”
― Six of Crows
― Six of Crows
“A strange, sweet sound pierced the air.
"Skerden Fjerda, kende hjertzeeeeeng, lendten isen en de waaaanden."
Fjerdan words Jesper didn't understand crested over the courtyard in a shimmering, perfect tenor that seemed to catch upon the black stone battlements.
Wylan.
The guards whirled, rifles pointed at the walkway that led to the courtyard, seeking the source of the sound.
"Olander?" one called.
"Nilson?" said another.
Their guns were raised, but their voices were more bemused and curious than aggressive.
What the hell is he doing?
A silhouette appeared in the walkway arch, lurching left and right.
"Skerden Fjerda, kende hjertzeeeeeng," Wylan sang, doing a surprisingly convincing impression of a drunk but very talented Fjerdan.
The guards burst out laughing, joining in on the song.
"Lendten isen . . .”
― Six of Crows
"Skerden Fjerda, kende hjertzeeeeeng, lendten isen en de waaaanden."
Fjerdan words Jesper didn't understand crested over the courtyard in a shimmering, perfect tenor that seemed to catch upon the black stone battlements.
Wylan.
The guards whirled, rifles pointed at the walkway that led to the courtyard, seeking the source of the sound.
"Olander?" one called.
"Nilson?" said another.
Their guns were raised, but their voices were more bemused and curious than aggressive.
What the hell is he doing?
A silhouette appeared in the walkway arch, lurching left and right.
"Skerden Fjerda, kende hjertzeeeeeng," Wylan sang, doing a surprisingly convincing impression of a drunk but very talented Fjerdan.
The guards burst out laughing, joining in on the song.
"Lendten isen . . .”
― Six of Crows
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