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“But wasn’t that what every girl dreamed? That she’d wake and find herself a princess? Or blessed with magical powers and a grand destiny? Maybe there were people who lived those lives. Maybe this girl was one of them. But what about the rest of us? What about the nobodies and the nothings, the invisible girls? 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 wished she had inej’s gift for spywork or kaz’s gift for scheming, but she only seemed to have jesper’s gift for bad decisions.

                 “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.”

…he’s by the altar, doing his brooding thing.“ the bridegroom’s scowl deepened.

i’m already a ghost, she thought. i died in the hold of a slaver ship.

“You’ll still make a great king.“ "Of course I will,” he scoffed. “I’m melancholy, not daft.”

Suffering is like anything else. Live with it long enough, you learn to like the taste.

when the world owed you nothing, you demanded something of it anyway.

Six dangerous outcasts. One impossible heist. Kaz’s crew is the only thing that might stand between the world and destruction–if they don’t kill each other first.

I don’t really care, and I never will That’s the way I am, such a bitter pill I don’t really care, how much silence kills That’s the way I am

memories of jordie were already too fresh in his mind, and for a moment, kaz wasn’t walking through the canal-side garden of a rich merch, he was knee-deep in spring grasses, hot sun beating down on his cheeks, his brother’s voice calling him home.