I’ll tell you a secret… the really bad monsters never look like monsters
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There was no part of him that was not broken, that had not healed wrong, and there was no part of him that was not stronger for having been broken. No one knew who he was. No one knew where he came from. He’d become Kaz Brekker, cripple and confidence man, bastard of the Barrel.
happy birthday, zaiba!
@sixofcrowsnet heist: family
THE DREGS
“Why do you guys say that, anyway? No mourners, no funerals? Why not just say good luck and be safe?”
“…I’d never lay down good coin to be told my future by anyone―fraud or holy man.”
“Fate has plans for us all, Kaz.”
“Was it fate that took you from your family and struck you in a pleasure house in Ketterdam? Or was it just very bad luck?”
“I’m not sure yet,” she’d said coldly.
In moments like that, he thought she might hate him.
@sixofcrowsnet month of worship edit exchange: kaz brekker - for @justinduarte
“He was a collection of hard lines and tailored edges.”
“No, little brother. No one is stronger. You’ve cheated death too many times.”
Reread Six of Crows… again
“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.”
LIT MEME — [1/9] quotes
Wylan summoned every bit of bravado he’d learned from Nina, the will he’d learned from Matthias, the focus he’d studied in Kaz, the courage he’d learned from Inej, and the wild, reckless hope he’d learned from Jesper, the belief that no matter the odds, somehow they would win.
[ Finally finished with Club Cumulus dealer Kaz! ] Kaz Brekker belongs to @lbardugo
@sixofcrowsnet heist - backstory → the dregs
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.
I’m still reading Six of Crows but it’s so good and also killing me
Geels looked at Kaz as if he was finally seeing him for the first time. The boy he’d been talking to had been cocky, reckless, easily amused, but not frightening— not really. Now the monster was here, dead-eyed and unafraid.
“i won’t talk,” he said.
the first punch shattered two of his ribs. the second had him coughing blood.
“maybe we should snap your fingers so you can’t play than infernal flute,” van eck suggested.
i’m here for her, wylan reminded himself. i’m here for her.
in the end, he was not nina or matthias or kaz or inej or jesper. he was just wylan van eck. he told them everything.