character posters: inej ghafa, six of crows
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“I’ll die on my feet with a knife in my hand.”
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/️character posters: inej ghafa, six of crows
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“I’ll die on my feet with a knife in my hand.”
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@sixofcrowsnet heist: alternative covers
“Kaz leaned back. “What’s the easiest way to steal a man’s wallet?”
“Knife to the throat?” asked Inej.
“Gun to the back?” said Jesper.
“Poison in his cup?” suggested Nina.
“You’re all horrible,” said Matthias.”
@sixofcrowsnet heist: alternate covers
“How many times have you told me you’re a monster? So be a monster. Be the thing they all fear when they close their eyes at night.”
make me choose: anonymous asked ⟶
warnetteor kanejShe pressed the tip beneath her breast, between her ribs, an arrow to her heart. Then a hand gripped her wrist painfully, forcing her to drop the blade. “Not just yet, Inej.” The rasp of stone on stone. Her eyes flew open. Kaz. He bundled her into his arms and leapt down from the crates, landing roughly, his bad leg buckling. She moaned as they hit the ground.
“Did we win?”
“I’m here, aren’t I?” He must be running. Her body jounced painfully against his chest with every lurching step. He couldn’t carry her and use his cane.
“I don’t want to die.”
“I’ll do my best to make other arrangements for you.” She closed her eyes. “Keep talking, Wraith. Don’t slip away from me.”
“But it’s what I do best.” He clutched her tighter.
@sixofcrowsnet heist: alternative covers
Six dangerous outcasts. One impossible heist. Kaz’s crew is the only thing that might stand between the world and destruction–if they don’t kill each other first.
character posters: nina zenik, six of crows
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“Stop worrying about saving the world and save your own ass. Sometimes her inner voice could be very wise.”
She took a shaky breath. The words came like a string of gunshots, rapid-fire, as if she resented the very act of speaking them. “I didn’t know if you would come.”
Kaz couldn’t blame Van Eck for that. Kaz had built that doubt in her with every cold word and small cruelty. “We’re your crew, Inej. We don’t leave our own at the mercy of merch scum.”
It wasn’t the answer he wanted to give. It wasn’t the answer she wanted.
“Isn’t that how things are done around here?” asked Wylan. “We all tell Kaz we’re fine and then do something stupid.”
@acotarnet secret santa exchange - happy holidays @nikolailatnsov
Until this moment, Wylan hadn’t quite understood how much they meant to him. His father would have sneered at these thugs and thieves, a disgraced soldier, a gambler who couldn’t keep out of the red. But they were his first friends, his only friends, and Wylan knew that even if he’d had his pick of a thousand companions, these would have been the people he chose.
Kaz Brekker - @sixofcrowsnet secret santa for @druskeles
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.