#inejmine

“when she’d officially become a member of the dregs, she’d been twelve and the gang had been a laughing stock, street kids and washed-up cadgers running shell games and penny-poor cons out of a run down house in the worst part of the barrel. but she hadn’t needed a great gang, just one she could make great - one that needed her. now they had their own territory, their own gambling hall and that run down house had become the slat, a dry, warm place to get a hot meal or hole up when you were wounded. now the dregs were feared. inej had given them that. she didn’t owe them small talk on top of it.”

“We learn to hold our heads as if we wear crowns. We learn to wring magic from the ordinary. That was how you survived when you weren’t chosen, when there was no royal blood in your veins. When the world owed you nothing, you demanded something of it anyway.” 

“She would hunt the slavers and their buyers. They would learn to fear her, and they would know her by her name. The heart is an arrow. It demands aim to land true. She clung to the wall, but it was purpose she grasped at long last, and that carried her upwards. She was not a lynx or a spider or even the Wraith. She was Inej Ghafa, and her future was waiting above.”

“you still may die in the dregs                                      dregs                                     dregs”

i just really love inej ghafa