She’s Dreaming (꿈)

A gambler, a convict, a wayward son, a lost Grisha, a Suli girl who had become a killer, a boy from the Barrel who had become something worse.

No mourners. No funerals.

“You’ll get what’s coming to you some day, Brekker.“ “I will,” said Kaz, “if there’s any justice in the world. And we all know how likely that is.”

the water hears and understands. the ice does not forgive.

“Greed is your god, Kaz.” He almost laughed at that. “No, Inej. Greed bows to me. It is my servant and my lever.”

six of crows: 𝐳𝐨𝐲𝐚 𝐧𝐚𝐳𝐲𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐤𝐲, a moodboard

that’s why we call him wylan wan sunshine.

… the mighty Kerch, who had ruled the seas and the world’s trade undisputed for so long

“Six dangerous outcasts. One impossible heist.”

No mourners, no funerals. Another way of saying good luck. But it was something more. A dark wink to the fact that there would be no expensive burials for people like them, no marble markers to remember their names, no wreaths of myrtle and rose.

Some men were poets. Some were farmers. Some were rich merchers. Wylan could draw a perfect elevation. He’d made a drill that could cut through firsts glass from parts of a gate and scans he’d bits of jewelry. So what if he couldn’t read?