Kelsey

“What is this?" she asked, her eyes scanning the page. "It's not..." She ran her fingertips over the words as if expecting them to vanish. "My contract." She whispered.
"I don't want you beholden to Per Haskell. Or me." Another half-truth. His mind had concocted a hundred schemes to bind her to him, to keep her in this city. But she'd spent enough of her life caged by debts and obligations, and it would be better for them both when she was gone.
"How?" she said. "The money-"
"It's done." He'd liquidated every asset he had, used the last of the savings he'd accrued, every ill-gotten cent.
She pressed the envelope to her chest, above her heart. "I have no words to thank you for this."
"Surely the Suli have a thousand words for such an occasion?"
"Words have not been invented for such an occasion."
"If I end up on the gallows, you can say something nice over the corpse," he said.”
― Leigh Bardugo, Crooked Kingdom

“He felt a twinge in his chest, and with a disturbing jolt, he realised it was panic. She'd been the one to wake him from his stupor in the cart. Her voice had brought him back from the dark;it had been the tether he gripped and used to drag himself back to some semblance of sanity”
― Leigh Bardugo, Six of Crows

“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 tried. He tried. Maybe they could try again.”
― Leigh Bardugo, Crooked Kingdom

“Kaz smiled. "I buried your son," he crooned, savoring the words. "I buried him alive, six feet beneath the earth in a field of rocky soil. I could hear him crying the whole time, begging for his father. Papa, Papa. I've never heard a sweeter sound.”
― Leigh Bardugo, Crooked Kingdom