Had she really thought the world didn't change? She was a fool. The world was made of miracles, unexpected earthquakes, storms that came from nowhere and might reshape a continent.

This is what love does. In the stories, love healed your wounds, fixed what was broken, allowed you to go on. But love wasn’t a spell, some kind of benediction to be whispered, a balm or a cure-all. It was a single, fragile thread, which grew stronger through connection, through shared hardship and trust.

Brum had warned Matthias that the world was full of liars, pleasure seekers, faithless heathens. And there seemed to be a concentration of them in this room.

I criminali hanno identità anonime, sfuggenti. È uno dei benefici di appartenere alla classe sociale dei farabutti.

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

La vergogna ha un valore che il denaro non potrà mai avere.

I have a conscience," said Kaz. "It just knows when to keeps its mouth shut

Kaz Brekker didn’t need a reason. Those were the words whispered on the streets of Ketterdam, in the taverns and coffeehouses, in the dark and bleeding alleys of the pleasure district known as the Barrel. The boy they called Dirtyhands didn’t need a reason any more than he needed permission – to break a leg, sever an alliance, or change a man’s fortunes with the turn of a card.

Kaz can pick the lock, " said Wylan. "No, " said Kaz, "I can't. ""I don't think I ever heard those words leave your lips, " said Nina. "Say it again, nice and slow.