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

You’re mad,” I said. “You know what he can do. No prize is worth that.”Sturmhond grinned. “That remains to be seen.”“The Darkling will hunt you for the rest of your days.”“Then you and I will have something in common, won’t we? Besides, I like to have powerful enemies. Makes me feel important.”Mal crossed his arms and considered the privateer. “I can’t decide if you’re crazy or stupid.”“I have so many good qualities,” Sturmhond said. “It can be hard to choose.

I’m also Sturmhond, commander of the Volkvony, scourge of the True Sea.’'Scourge?’'Well, I’m vexing at the very least.

I don't think-""Clearly. Why start now?

No one else would have had the ability, let alone the nerve - certainly not a younger son and rumored bastard. But Nikolai had been training for this his entire life, and I knew he had a gift for the impossible.

Tutto quello che vale la pena fare comincia sempre come una pessima idea.

Somewhere on the skiff, I heard Nikolai talking, his voice husky and damaged by whatever dark thing had used him. I wanted to go to him, see his face, make sure he was alright. He must have broken bones after that fall. But I'd lost a lot of blood, and I found myself slipping away, my weary mind eager for oblivion.

Has she at least done it before?" said Kaz. "For this purpose?" asked Sturmhond. "I've seen her do it twice. It worked splendidly. Once".

Ravka is grateful for your service," Sturmhond said as they turned to go. "And so is the crown." He waved once. In the late afternoon light, with the sun behind him, he looked less like a privateer and more like... but that was just silly.