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'Really, Jesper?' she'd said, pulling up her hood. 'If I want to watch men dig holes to fall into, I'll find myself a cemetary.'

Inej could never be sure which stories about Kaz were true ad which were rumors he'd planted to serve his own ends.

You couldn't train a falcon, then expect it not to hunt.

It was fatiguing, but nothing was sacred to the Kerch accept trade, so she'd gone out of her way to make the risk much higher than the reward when it came to disrespecting her.

Inej saw Jesper rise from his seat, but she waved him off and slipped her fingers into the brass knuckles she kept in her right hip pocket. She gave Rojakke a swift crack across the left cheek.

Now the monster was here, dead-eyed and unafraid. Kaz Brekker was gone, and Dirtyhands had come to see the rough work done.

A secret's not like coin. It doesn't keep it's value in the spending.

'There's something wrong with you, Brekker. I don't know what you are, but you're not made right.'