If I Were A Suli Seer
Inej was not a seer, but she remembers the one true seer that had traveled with them when she was a child. She remembers the sound of the young woman’s bells and beads and bracelets when she moved. She remembers the smell of the tent, the incense that clung to orange silks. The shine of her dark hair in all its twists and braids, falling in contrast to the ruby and blood reds of her beautiful jackal mask. She remembers the lilt her voice had when she spoke of fortunes and prophecies. The safety Inej always felt when she would sit with her at the fire, playing with Inej’s hair and whispering of all the things she will do.
Inej Ghafa remembers a lot more than that, a lot more than most.
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“Well, we’ve managed to get ourselves locked into the most secure prison in the world. We’re either geniuses or the dumbest sons of bitches to ever breathe air.”
“What do you like?” “Music. Numbers. Equations. They’re not like words. They … they don’t get mixed up.”
“If only you could talk to girls in equations.” There was a long silence, and then, eyes trained on the notch they’d created in the link, Wylan said, “Just girls?”
Jesper restrained a grin. “No. Not just girls.”
kuwei was a gift. he was so pure. he used his powers to save their lives. pulled two great scams, he knew kerch better than he let on and that jesper scene, and then he turned around and OFFERED TO GIVE UP HIS FREEDOM IN EXCHANGE FOR THE OTHERS? COME ON. APPRECIATE THIS KID. HE WASNT EVEN THAT GOOD AT SCIENCE OR DRAWING BUT YOU KNOW WHAT HE STILL TRIED.
Matthias: tol bean
Nina: bean™
Wylan: smol bean
Jesper: string bean
Kaz: scheme bean
Inej: invisibean
Kuwei: kiwi
Over dinner at Wylan’s newly acquired estate, the group kept the mood light as Inej’s parents and Jesper’s father smiled along. “And then we commandeered a tank and drove through the Ice Court!” Jesper gesticulated wildly, eyes bright.
There was a collective chuckle, and Matthias added, “Nina, Kaz, and I were washed up at the base of the waterfall and I was pretty sure I was dead until I saw the tank coming over the hill.”
As Nina recounted the next leg of their journey, Inej felt a tentative hand ghost over hers under the table. She glanced sideways and Kaz’s gaze flicked to hers and he raised his eyebrow.
She nodded, slowly taking his hand in hers. She could feel her heart hammering in her chest before letting go. ‘Sorry,’ she mouthed at him.
Kaz nodded in understanding, his face a shade lighter than usual. He stretched out his pinkie and linked it with hers. A slow smile spread over her face and she curled her finger around his. This would be enough for now.
When she tuned back into the conversation, she laughed and she could swear she felt Kaz’s eyes light up when he look at her. Maybe this was good enough for now.
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.
“He was always in motion, like a lanky piece of clockwork that ran on invisible energy. Except clocks were simple. Wylan could only guess at Jesper’s workings.”
six of crows
We meet fear. We greet the unexpected visitor and listen to what he has to tell us. When fear arrives something is about to happen.
