Have any of you wondered what I did with all the cash Pekka Rollins gave us?""Guns?" asked Jesper."Ships?" queried Inej."Bombs?" suggested Wylan. "Political bribes?" offered Nina. They all looked at Matthias. "This is where you tell us how awful we are," she whispered.

Do you answer a question directly?""Hard to say. Ah, there, I've done it again

Jesper: “If Pekka Rollins kills us all, I’m going to get Wylan’s ghost to teach my ghost how to play the flute just so that I can annoy the hell out of your ghost.”Kaz: “I’ll just hire Matthias’ ghost to kick your ghost’s ass.”Matthias: “My ghost won’t associate with your ghost.

Wylan drew himself up. “I may not have had your … education, but I’m sure I know plenty of words that you don’t.”“Also the proper way to fold a napkin and dance a minuet. Oh, and you can play the flute. Marketable skills, merchling. Marketable skills.”“No one dances the minuet any more,” grumbled Wylan.

The blood you spill is the blood of kings,” seethed Dunyasha. “You are not fit for such a gift.”[...]Inej raised a brow and slowly wiped the blood of kings on her trousers

I told you, I like your stupid face.

I rolled my eyes. "For defending my honor, you dullard."He yanked me beneath a shadowed awning. I had a moment's panic when I thought he'd spotted trouble, but then his arms were around me and his lips were pressed to mine.When he finally drew back, my cheeks were warm and my legs had gone wobbly."Just to be clear," he said, "I'm not really interested in defending your honor.""Understood," I managed, hoping I didn't sound too ridiculously breathless.

Have any of you wondered what I did with all the cash Pekka Rollins gave us?”“Guns?” asked Jesper.“Ships?” queried Inej.“Bombs?” suggested Wylan.“Political bribes?” offered Nina. They all looked at Matthias. “This is where you tell us how awful we are,” she whispered.He shrugged. “They all seem like practical choices.

i prefer to think of the good times. Like when you held my hair as I was vomiting into a bucket.