Tuva

“Immortality is empty without you,’ Brandt told him, hoping for once in his stubborn, impossible life that Fox D’mora would listen to him. ‘Eternal youth is nothing, Fox, without you—”
― Olivie Blake, Masters of Death

“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

“Brandt Solberg had never been a good man, but what did that matter?
Fox hadn't fallen in love with his goodness.”
― Olivie Blake, Masters of Death

“No,” Brandt agreed. “There are no others,” he said, a declarative statement so rare and precious Fox wished he could capture it in his hands; hold a feast in its honor; commit the occasion to stone beneath his feet; “and there never will be.”
― Olivie Blake, Masters of Death