Apr 16, 2017
He pressed his lips to the pearl handles of his prized revolvers, bestowing each with a mournful kiss. ‘Take good care of my babies,’ Jesper said as he handed them over to Dirix. ‘If I see a single scratch or nick on those, I’ll spell forgive me on your chest in bullet holes.’ ‘You wouldn’t waste the ammo.’ ‘And he’d be dead halfway through forgive,’ Big Bolliger said as he dropped a hatchet, a switchblade, and his preferred weapon—a thick chain weighted with a heavy padlock—into Rotty’s expectant limbs. Jesper rolled his eyes. ‘It’s about sending a message. What’s the point of a dead guy with forg written on his chest?’ ‘Compromise,’ Kaz said. ‘I’m sorry does the trick and uses fewer bullets.’
Leigh Bardugo, Six of Crows
