no mourners

Greed bows to me. It is my servant and my lever.

“where did he get the suit? how did he fasten the buttons? why does he feel the need to dress for the occasion?”

Here is my illustration for a book crate called @bookboxclub on insta!! I hope Queen @lbardugo approves! This is actually a revamp of the older drawing a made but 10X better! I loved revisiting all the characters again!!!

“what do you like?“ “music. numbers. equations. they’re not like words. they don’t get mixed up.”

wylan: go clean the kitchen.

                                                @sixofcrowsnet heist: countries                                                            kerch, ravka, fjerda

“I can hear the change in Kaz’s breathing when he looks at you.” “You… you can?” “It catches every time, like he’s never seen you before.” 

“Many boys will bring you flowers. But someday you’ll meet a boy who will learn your favourite flower, your favourite song, your favourite sweet. And even if he is too poor to give you any of them, it won’t matter because he will have taken the time to know you as no one else does. Only that boy earns your heart.” (for @taurielsilvan)

As Inej walked, she released the triggers on the sheaths at her forearms, feeling the grips of her daggers slide into her palms. Sankt Petyr, renowned for his bravery, on the right; the slender, bone-handled blade she’d named for Sankta Alina on the left. She recited the names of her other knives, too. Sankta Marya and Sankta Anastasia strapped to her thighs. Sankt Vladimir hidden in her boot, and Sankta Lizabeta snug at her belt, the blade etched in a pattern of roses. Protect me, protect me.

“You’re our chemist, Wylan,” said Nina hopefully. “What do you think?” Wylan shrugged. “Maybe. Not all poisons have an antidote.” Jesper snorted. “That’s why we call him Wylan Van Sunshine.”

Heartrenders are one of the most feared Grisha types. Their ability allows them to manipulate the body of another person to damage it.

for @sixofcrowsnet heist: symbols

me, in tears: fucking superb you funky little death omen

“ i’ll die on my feet with a knife in my hand. ”