#wraithwesninski

“Kaz leaned back. "What's the easiest way to steal a man's wallet?" "Knife to the throat?" asked Inej. "Gun to the back?" said Jesper. "Poison in his cup?" suggested Nina. "You're all horrible," said Matthias.”

“He’d been nine and Jordie thirteen when they’d first arrived in the city, a check from the sale of their father’s farm sewn safely into the inner pocket of Jordie’s old coat. Kaz could see himself as he was then, walking the Stave with dazzled eyes, hand tucked into Jordie’s so he wouldn’t be swept away by the crowd. He hated the boys they’d been, two stupid     p i g e o n s    waiting to be plucked. But those boys were long gone, and only Pekka Rollins was left to punish.”

inspo credit - @altraviolence

happy valentine's day, ellie, @gxngsy!

There were always two guards from the stadwatch posted on the roof of the Exchange. A few kruge from the Dregs and the Black Tips had ensured they wouldn't interfere with the parley, a common enough transaction.

“While I'm gone," Gansey said, pausing, "dream me the world. Something new for every night.”

“One minute he made her blush and the next he made her want to commit murder.”

“He thought of Inej asking, Was there no one to protect you? He remembered Jordie seated beside him on a bridge, smiling and alive, the reflection of their feet in the water beneath them, the warmth of a cup of hot chocolate cradled in his mittened hands. We were supposed to look out for each other.”