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560 pages, Paperback
First published September 29, 2015
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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.
鈥淲hen we get our money, you can burn kruge to keep you warm,鈥� said Kaz. 鈥淟et鈥檚 go.鈥�
Jesper consulted his compass, and they turned south. 鈥淚鈥檓 going to pay someone to burn my kruge for me.鈥�
Kaz fell into step beside him. 鈥淲hy don鈥檛 you pay someone else to pay someone to burn your kruge for you? That鈥檚 what the big players do.鈥�
鈥淵ou know what the really big bosses do? They pay someone to pay someone to 鈥︹€�
I will have you without armor, Kaz Brekker. Or I will not have you at all.
Trickery is not my native tongue, but I may learn to speak it yet.
鈥淲hen she looked up at him, the expression on her face was a bleak map of loathing and fatigue. In it, he saw the shame that came with gratitude, and he knew that in this brief moment, she was his mirror. She didn鈥檛 want to owe him anything either.鈥�
鈥淵ou may still die in the dregs."
Inez鈥檚 dark eyes had glinted. 鈥淚 may. But I鈥檒l die on my feet with a knife in my hand.鈥�
鈥淎nd what did you do Matthias? What did you do to me in your dreams?鈥�
The ship listed gently. The lanterns swayed. His eyes were blue fire. 鈥淓verything,鈥� he said, as he turned to go. 鈥淓verything.鈥�
The heat of the incinerator wrapped around Inej like a living thing, a desert dragon in his den, hiding from the ice, waiting for her. She knew her body鈥檚 limits, and she knew she had no more to give. She鈥檇 made a bad wager. It was as simple as that. The autumn leaf might cling to its branch, but it was already dead. The only question was when it would fall.My mind is spinning. I tend to prefer simplicity in books. I hate a ridiculously complicated plot. I hate unnecessary characters. For the Young Adult genre, this book can best be described as epic, because. It. Is. Huge. It is complicated. It's like Ocean's Eleven for the YA fantasy crowd in the very best of ways.
Let go, Inej. Her father had taught her to climb, to trust the rope, the swing, and finally, to trust in her own skill, to believe that if she leaped, she would reach the other side. Would he be waiting for her there? Let go, Inej. Should she jump now or simply wait for her body to give out?
Kaz narrowed his eyes. 鈥淚鈥檓 not some character out of a children鈥檚 story who plays harmless pranks and steals from the rich to give to the poor."I like them dirty. And the book moves at a breakneck speed that'll guarantee the reader's interest.
Four million kruge, freedom, a chance to return home. She鈥檇 said she wanted these things. But in her heart, she couldn鈥檛 bear the thought of returning to her parents. Could she tell her mother and father the truth? Would they understand all she鈥檇 done to survive, not just at the Menagerie, but every day since? Could she lay her head in her mother鈥檚 lap and be forgiven? What would they see when they looked at her?The female characters are kick-ass. They're feminine, but not useless. They don't try too hard to be rebels to be bad-ass, to deny their own nature to prove they can play with the boys, they're just themselves...that's confusing, I know, but I can't describe it any other way.
Every time she moved, the reindeer cloak parted, revealing a flash of round calf, white skin, the shadow between her breasts. It was deliberate. He knew it. She was trying to rattle him. He needed to focus on the fire. He鈥檇 almost died, and if he didn鈥檛 get a fire started, he still might.HALLE-FREAKING-LUJAH! Survival + rationality > romance!!!!!! *wipes away tear* I never thought I'd see the day.
Nina snorted and lay down in the nest of pelts, propping herself on one elbow. 鈥淔or Saint鈥檚 sake, dr眉skelle, what鈥檚 wrong with you? I just wanted to be warm. I promise not to ravish you in your sleep.鈥�
鈥淚鈥檓 not afraid of you,鈥� he said irritably.
Her grin was vicious. 鈥淭hen you鈥檙e as stupid as you look.鈥�
He stayed crouching beside the fire. He knew he was meant to lie down next to her. The sun had set, and the temperature was dropping. He was struggling to keep his teeth from chattering, and they would need each other鈥檚 warmth to get through the night. It shouldn鈥檛 have concerned him, but he didn鈥檛 want to be near her. Because she鈥檚 a killer, he told himself. That鈥檚 why. She鈥檚 a killer and a witch.
鈥淭his isn't a job for trained soldiers and spies. It's a job for thugs and thieves.鈥�
鈥淎 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.鈥�
鈥淲hen everyone knows you鈥檙e a monster, you needn鈥檛 waste time doing every monstrous thing.鈥�
鈥淲ell, I'm the kind of bastard they only manufacture in the Barrel.鈥�