1,728 Quotes by Leigh Bardugo

Nina let out a victorious whoop as Matthias stared in disbelief. When Nina looked at Kaz, she couldn't quite believe her eyes. “Saints, Kaz, you actually look happy.”“Don't be ridiculous,” he snapped. But there was no mistaking it. Kaz Brekker was grinning like an idiot.

Little red bird. Don't go.

Then he cupped her face in his hands. “Jer molle pe oonet. Enel mörd je nej afva trohem verret.”Nina swallowed hard. She remembered those words and what they truly meant. “I have been made to protect you. Only in death will I be kept from this oath.” It was the vow of the drüskelle to Fjerda. And now it was Matthias' promise to her.

But Ketterdam had taught Inej well. If you couldn't beat the odds, you changed the game.

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

Matthias nooded, and the bronze girl took a knife to the ropes binding him. “I belive you know Nina,” Brekker continued. “The lovely girl freeing you is Inej, our thief of secrets and the best in the trade. Jesper Fahey is our sharpshooter, Zemeni-born but try not to hold it against him, and this is Wylan, best demolition expert in the Barrel.

Then Nina giggled. “You are in so much trouble.”Jesper scowled. “Matthias, Nina let Cornelis Smeet grope her bottom.”Nina stopped laughing. “I am going to turn your teeth inside out.”“That is physically impossible.”“I just raised the dead. Do you really want to argue with me?”“Inej cocked her head to one side. “Jesper Llewellyn Fahey?”“Shut up,” said Jesper. “It’s a family name.”Inej made a solemn bow. “Whatever you say, Llewellyn.

There was no part of him that was not broken, that had not healed wrong, and there was not part of him that was not stronger for having been broken. The cane became a part of the myth he built. 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.

He wasn't Dirtyhands or Kaz Brekker or even toughest lieutenant in the Dregs. He was just a boy fueled by a white flame of rage, one that threatened to burn the pretense of the hard-won civility he maintained to ash.