Nia

“Matthias the tulip."
"The big, brooding, yellow tulip.”
― Leigh Bardugo, Six of Crows

“If any of you survive, make sure I have an open casket," Jesper said as he hefted two slender coils of rope over his shoulder and signalled for Wylan to follow him across the roof. "The world deserves a few more moments with this face.”
― Leigh Bardugo, Six of Crows

“Sure, I'm skinny,' he said as they hurried back through the stables, 'but I stay drier in the rain.'
'How?'
'Less falls on me.”
― Leigh Bardugo, Six of Crows

“She tilted her head back, breathing deeply. It was a stone gray day, the sea a bleak slate broken up by whitecaps, the sky pleated with thick ripples of cloud. A hard wind filled the sails, carrying the little boat over the waves.

'It feels good to be this kind of cold,' she murmured.

'This kind?'

'Wind in your hair, sea spray on your skin. The cold of the living.”
― Leigh Bardugo, Six of Crows