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Six of Crows
Six of Crows
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Six of Crows

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See the Grishaverse come to life on screen with the Netflix series, Shadow and Bone -- Season 2 streaming now!

Meet Kaz Brekker and his crew: Jesper, Inej, Wylan, and the star-crossed Nina and Matthias, on the heist of a lifetime in Six of Crows from #1 bestselling author, Leigh Bardugo.

Ketterdam: a bustling hub of international trade where anything can be had for the right price—and no one knows that better than criminal prodigy Kaz Brekker. Kaz is offered a chance at a deadly heist that could make him rich beyond his wildest dreams. But he can't pull it off alone. . . .

A convict with a thirst for revenge.

A sharpshooter who can't walk away from a wager.

A runaway with a privileged past.

A spy known as the Wraith.

A Heartrender using her magic to survive the slums.

A thief with a gift for unlikely escapes.


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.

Six of Crows by Leigh Bardugo returns to the breathtaking world of the Grishaverse in this unforgettable tale about the opportunity—and the adventure—of a lifetime.

Read all the books in the Grishaverse!

The Shadow and Bone Trilogy
(previously published as The Grisha Trilogy)
Shadow and Bone
Siege and Storm
Ruin and Rising

The Six of Crows Duology
Six of Crows
Crooked Kingdom

The King of Scars Duology
King of Scars
Rule of Wolves


The Language of Thorns: Midnight Tales and Dangerous Magic
The Severed Moon: A Year-Long Journal of Magic
The Lives of Saints

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Release dateSep 29, 2015
ISBN9781627795227
Six of Crows
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Leigh Bardugo

Leigh Bardugo is the #1 New York Times-bestselling author of the Alex Stern series and the creator of the Grishaverse (now a Netflix series) which spans the Shadow and Bone trilogy, the Six of Crows duology, the King of Scars duology—and much more. Her short fiction has appeared in multiple anthologies including The Best American Science Fiction and Fantasy. She lives in Los Angeles and is an associate fellow of Pauli Murray College at Yale University.

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Readers find this title to be an enjoyable and easy read with a fun thriller vibe. The book has a classic fantasy theme of good triumphing over evil, but it is done in a refreshing way. The diverse cast of characters is well-developed and the setting is incredibly interesting. The romance in the book is deeply compelling without being explicit. Many readers highly recommend this book and consider it one of their all-time favorites.

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  • Rating: 4 out of 5 stars
    4/5
    This was such a great dive back into the Grisha world.

    I loved this world and the characters were interesting. I loved watching relationships develop throughout the story.

    I'm relieved the sequel is already out though so I don't have to wait to finish the story.
  • Rating: 4 out of 5 stars
    4/5
    Ooooh, this was fun! Should I have read the first trilogy before I started this one? Well, bygones....Very much enjoyed the varied cast of complex and fascinating characters. I will definitely be reading the second in this series.
  • Rating: 5 out of 5 stars
    5/5
    This book is so great and I love the adrenaline pumping adventure and a lot of plot twist.
  • Rating: 5 out of 5 stars
    5/5
    When I started writing, it was out of a desire to write the sort of book I wanted to read, and couldn't find. I no longer need to because this book has it all. Thanks Leigh, I can take the rest of the decade off! The pacing is perfect, the story clever (I adore characters who are smarter than me!), and I almost cried when my plane landed yesterday because it meant I had to stop reading. I can't recommend this book enough.
  • Rating: 5 out of 5 stars
    5/5
    I did not expect to like this book. It's different from my usual YA faire. It was awesome! It has the required unrequited love (because it's YA), but it's not at all in your face or the focus of the story. The story pulls you in and keeps you wanting more. I just put down this one and I'm already looking to see if the second is available at the library.
  • Rating: 3 out of 5 stars
    3/5
    An unlikely mix of six teens from the slums of their trading nation are hired to retrieve an international scientist who has invented a drug that expands the powers of magical individuals in dangerous ways.A fun fantasy heist YA novel that has tons of awesome elements that I quite liked but somehow I came away from it feeling pretty meh. Bardugo creates a fantasy world that's obviously based on the Victorian era, the Netherlands, and Scandinavia. All very cool things. Plus she builds a decent magic system and writes a solid heist plot. As interesting as the characters were I think I just didn't connect with them very well. A solid novel that I think has appeal, just not for me.
  • Rating: 4 out of 5 stars
    4/5
    It took me a long time to read this book, but I think that is more about me when the book. Kaz, a small time gang leader, puts together a team to do an impossible job for a big payday. The group is going to break into a military capital to steal a prisoner. Each of the people involved has their own motivation for saying yes to the job. Two of the team are Grishna, a persecuted people with special powers. The book follows the group on their quest and explores the complex relationship and back stories of the six.
  • Rating: 4 out of 5 stars
    4/5
    I really enjoyed Six of Crows a lot better than the Grisha trilogy. You can definitely see Leigh Bardugo's progress and improvement as a writer. The characters in this book were well developed, and interesting. The plot moved fairly well, it was a little slow in the beginning, but that was definitely due to world building and introducing the characters so we could get to know them and care about them. Once you got to the half way point and the actual heist, the story moved quickly, and sucked you in. A great read, and I cannot wait for the next book :D
  • Rating: 5 out of 5 stars
    5/5
    I loved the feel of the world in this book, it felt grungy and dirty in Ketterdam. The characters were all interesting and I loved the twists and turns as the story progressed. Kaz was smart and I enjoyed that you weren't told his plan until it played out.Another thing I liked was that the romance was very subtle, they didn't make it sappy, just a quick paragraph here and there, which was more on the teasing side than anything else
  • Rating: 5 out of 5 stars
    5/5
    An utterly well-written book, Six Of Crows shows so well the growing relationships and history of all it's characters, from various viewpoints, and entwines them very nicely with the overarching story. I cannot stress how great this story is, and I can't wait to read the sequel, and other atories by the author. A true masterpiece. I had no trouble picking up the story when I took breaks from it, and I was never bored. Each character has their own voice, style, and desires, and are treated with the respect they are owed as persons. Nothing felt gimmicky. Maybe Kaz is a mild Gary Stu but I also feel like his history does have a way of supporting the skills that he has acquired.
  • Rating: 4 out of 5 stars
    4/5
    Enjoyable. Good world building, introduced the 6 characters well - dollops of back history, but not annoying - and also some snippets of world history/politics that brought the story together. Definitely room to grow (I believe this is the start of a series or trilogy).
    Will come back for the next book.

    Have described to interested parties as "Oliver Twist meets Ocean's Eleven".
  • Rating: 5 out of 5 stars
    5/5
    I was confused at first but kept with it, as the storyline - and the characters - were intriguing, and I am so glad I did. Spectacular story, well written. I'm happy that I have the sequel on hand (wrestled it from a friend who is reading this series as well!) or I'd have trouble sleeping tonight for sure.

    I've been advised to read the Grisha trilogy to help understand the backstories, so I'm headed for Shadow and Bone as well. Great way to start off the new year, with a new series (and new characters - Kaz) to obsess over!
  • Rating: 5 out of 5 stars
    5/5
    I love it! For me the plot was well written. Every twist and turn of the story was thought about.The chapters are by the characters point of view, though there were times that I'd forget whose point of view I was reading. Also I like how the dealt with the stigma and stereotype of being different (Grisha) .CharactersAs the summary says:A thief with a gift for unlikely escapes.A spy known as the Wraith.A Heartrender using her magic to survive the slums. A convict with a thirst for revenge.A sharpshooter who can't walk away from a wager.A runaway with a privileged past.By the end of the book the characters have grown to some extent. They've become, even if just for a tiny bit, a better version of themselves. I just wish there was a point of view for Wylan (Maybe in the next book?)If you want adventure, almost impossible missions,friendship and a love story that's not sappy and all over your face then you should read this!
  • Rating: 5 out of 5 stars
    5/5
    Holy crap!! Can't wait for the next book!!!
  • Rating: 5 out of 5 stars
    5/5
    Kaz Brekker has a band of misfits together to get this one job done. This job will be the hardest he has ever done, and the odds are stacked high against him, but the payoff will be worth it. Revenge and more money than any of them can imagine.This book is very dark. In fact, it was so dark that I had to put it down at times to regroup. Yet hope still remains an underlying theme and driving force for this team. I was surprised by the romantic elements that were woven in but they added yet another level of attraction to the book for me.I will warn that this book is set up for a series in that there is a big cliffhanger! Just when I thought the book was ending, it kicked back up again and then quickly ended. I will be reading the next book in the series because this book was just that good. It had supernatural elements yet dealt with elements of the human condition. It was a roller coaster of events and the violence is very graphic. One scene in particular had me literally covering my eyes. The characters are aggressively tested physically and mentally. As a result, their bonds are stronger and they set their eyes stronger on the prize. There were selfless acts, there were selfish acts. All of their pasts come back to haunt them and they are even stronger for it. The complex maze of this book was simply magical.I would recommend this book for readers who enjoy Young Adult fiction, adventure, romance, and underdogs.I would not recommend this book for those who may be offended by mild foul language, graphic violence, pick pocketing, drug use, prostitution, slavery, murder, and cliffhangers.
  • Rating: 5 out of 5 stars
    5/5
    This book is so unique and I thoroughly enjoyed every single second of reading it! The plot is so well woven and I don't know how but at some point I fell in love with every single character. It worked so well because all of the characters that Leigh has created are so different, they were all so interesting and intriguing. So much so that it would still work if they all had their own book. Leigh's writing style is phenomenal and love how magical she can make a story. I loved it just as much as the Grisha trilogy and I can't wait to see what happens next! 5/5 Stars!
  • Rating: 5 out of 5 stars
    5/5
    Heist fun.There's a gang of thieves with a Crow as their logo. Six of them take on a big job for a big reward. You can probably guess the rest. It is well executed though. First we spend a bit of time getting to know them, especially the wiles of their clever leader, Kaz, and then they depart of the mission, and we jump viewpoints to the various characters and their differing motivations and views on relationships within the gang. Some of the relationship jumps seem a little sudden and forced to me, - I find characters are better if they have more than just one motivation driving them, but it generally read very well. I'm sure different readers will empathise various characters to greater and lesser extents.The exploits are always the best bit of thief fantasy, how much has been seen and planned in advance, how much are the characters relying on chance luck and wits? It's a good balance here. It does all get a little audacious if ludicrous at the end, but the final climax is well executed and believable. The politics and general world building were more confusing, especially the technological might of the final opponents. Such things don't just spring out on their own without a complete society supporting them, and the characters adapted far too quickly to the concept of engines etc. I am looking forward to the sequel.
  • Rating: 5 out of 5 stars
    5/5
    In this gripping YA heist novel set in a fantasy world, Kaz is the leader of a street gang who leads a motley crew of low-lifes, thieves, assassins and gang members on a quest to kidnap a scientist experimenting with enhancing special powers for military purposes. The central storyline is compelling and exciting, but it is the relationships between the group members -- the romances, the bromances, the sexual tensions, and the individual growth of the members that is satisfying.
  • Rating: 5 out of 5 stars
    5/5
    Oh this book. It's an Ocean's Eleven heist book, with magic. It's everything.
  • Rating: 5 out of 5 stars
    5/5
    I was very hesitant to pick this up, mainly because of the huge hype it's been getting since it was released. I wasn't sure that I would love it, and I didn't want to be the one out again. Needless to say, I shouldn't have worried. This book deserves the hype 100 times over, it's incredibly written, the characters are so well fleshed out, it feels like you are watching the tv rather than reading a book. The writing style is captivating, descriptive, witty and just beautiful, and I must say the multiple perspectives worked suprisingly well.
    For me, this book contains everything I love, and it is definitely the best book I have read so far this year.
  • Rating: 5 out of 5 stars
    5/5
    the characters in this book is awesome....there's so many twist at every turn..
  • Rating: 5 out of 5 stars
    5/5
    I have read a million books. Since I was a child, my favorite book has been Treasure Island, and I've never found anything that has come even close to taking it's place, until I read this book. I'm genuinely not sure which book I like better now, because this one just blew me away. Everything about it is just so intriguing, well written, and unique. The world and the places within it; the characters and their histories, personalities, and pasts; the elaborate heist, filled with surprises, twists, and turns; every single thing within this book had me in a vise-like grip, dying for more. It is truly the best modern YA book I have ever read. I would recommend it to anyone!
  • Rating: 5 out of 5 stars
    5/5
    So. Good. I couldn’t put it down and haven’t finished a book this fast in a while.
  • Rating: 5 out of 5 stars
    5/5
    I really loved this book and the characters they were so good.
  • Rating: 4 out of 5 stars
    4/5
    Everyone has believable and relatable motivations, which is not an easy feat.
  • Rating: 3 out of 5 stars
    3/5
    It´s a bit like Oceans 11 as a fantasy story in an innovative setting. Took me a long time to get into it but I am sure I will not read the sequel even due to a nice cliffhanger - I guess it´s simply not my cup of tea.
  • Rating: 4 out of 5 stars
    4/5
    The worldbuilding is topnotch, the characters are likable, and the story is just *chef's kiss*.

    I enjoyed the tumultuous feelings Inej and Kaz have for each other. It would've gotten stale and even obnoxious in another author's hands, but Bardugo handles it expertly, keeping us on our toes the whole time with the will-they-won't-they. Jasper and Wylan's flirtations were quite interesting, too, though that went nowhere. I loved the way Nina and Matthias's relationship evolved and grew into something stronger and beautiful by the end.

    As for the story, it was full of the adventure I expected it to be. A friend had described it as "Ocean's Eleven in a fantasy setting," and they couldn't be more right. It was charming, full of twists and turns, and abilities that were used in fascinating and exciting ways.

    Can't wait to read the next in the series!
  • Rating: 5 out of 5 stars
    5/5
    Excellent book with memorable characters and nuanced setting. The author draws from multiple times and places to create something original and interesting. Gets serious on topics like death, abuse and addiction but also funny and exciting. Sometimes a bit over the top (did they really need to rip that guys eye out?) but I enjoyed it immensely.
  • Rating: 5 out of 5 stars
    5/5
    This book was amazing!! I'm not sure why it took me so long to read it but I seriously loved it! I have not read Leigh Bardugo's Grisha Trilogy but that is next on my list! It took a little bit to get into all the new places, names and lingo in this book, since it's different from anything else that I have read but once I figured it out, I couldn't stop! I like that it's YA but the characters have lived a lot of life and are complex enough that this book could be related to by someone my age or older. There is some slight romance between the characters but it's just an underlying feeling and not over the top like some YA books can have. It was very good and I can't wait to read the next book!
  • Rating: 3 out of 5 stars
    3/5
    The impossible caper with 6 diversely talented or informed youths, in 1.25 relationships spread unevenly among the pairs. It drags and repeats and has just enough invention to limp over the finish line, but it really could use a bit of showing to show connections and spice to have any actual heat. A total toss up if I go on to the sequel.

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Six of Crows - Leigh Bardugo

PART ONE

SHADOW BUSINESS

1

JOOST

Joost had two problems: the moon and his mustache.

He was supposed to be making his rounds at the Hoede house, but for the last fifteen minutes, he’d been hovering around the southeast wall of the gardens, trying to think of something clever and romantic to say to Anya.

If only Anya’s eyes were blue like the sea or green like an emerald. Instead, her eyes were brown—lovely, dreamy … melted chocolate brown? Rabbit fur brown?

Just tell her she’s got skin like moonlight, his friend Pieter had said. Girls love that.

A perfect solution, but the Ketterdam weather was not cooperating. There’d been no breeze off the harbor that day, and a gray milk fog had wreathed the city’s canals and crooked alleys in damp. Even here among the mansions of the Geldstraat, the air hung thick with the smell of fish and bilge water, and smoke from the refineries on the city’s outer islands had smeared the night sky in a briny haze. The full moon looked less like a jewel than a yellowy blister in need of lancing.

Maybe he could compliment Anya’s laugh? Except he’d never heard her laugh. He wasn’t very good with jokes.

Joost glanced at his reflection in one of the glass panels set into the double doors that led from the house to the side garden. His mother was right. Even in his new uniform, he still looked like a baby. Gently, he brushed his finger along his upper lip. If only his mustache would come in. It definitely felt thicker than yesterday.

He’d been a guard in the stadwatch less than six weeks, and it wasn’t nearly as exciting as he’d hoped. He thought he’d be running down thieves in the Barrel or patrolling the harbors, getting first look at cargo coming in on the docks. But ever since the assassination of that ambassador at the town hall, the Merchant Council had been grumbling about security, so where was he? Stuck walking in circles at some lucky mercher’s house. Not just any mercher, though. Councilman Hoede was about as high placed in Ketterdam government as a man could be. The kind of man who could make a career.

Joost adjusted the set of his coat and rifle, then patted the weighted baton at his hip. Maybe Hoede would take a liking to him. Sharp-eyed and quick with the cudgel, Hoede would say. That fellow deserves a promotion.

Sergeant Joost Van Poel, he whispered, savoring the sound of the words. "Captain Joost Van Poel."

Stop gawking at yourself.

Joost whirled, cheeks going hot as Henk and Rutger strode into the side garden. They were both older, bigger, and broader of shoulder than Joost, and they were house guards, private servants of Councilman Hoede. That meant they wore his pale green livery, carried fancy rifles from Novyi Zem, and never let Joost forget he was a lowly grunt from the city watch.

Petting that bit of fuzz isn’t going to make it grow any faster, Rutger said with a loud laugh.

Joost tried to summon some dignity. I need to finish my rounds.

Rutger elbowed Henk. That means he’s going to go stick his head in the Grisha workshop to get a look at his girl.

"Oh, Anya, won’t you use your Grisha magic to make my mustache grow?" Henk mocked.

Joost turned on his heel, cheeks burning, and strode down the eastern side of the house. They’d been teasing him ever since he’d arrived. If it hadn’t been for Anya, he probably would have pleaded with his captain for a reassignment. He and Anya only ever exchanged a few words on his rounds, but she was always the best part of his night.

And he had to admit, he liked Hoede’s house, too, the few peeks he’d managed through the windows. Hoede had one of the grandest mansions on the Geldstraat—floors set with gleaming squares of black and white stone, shining dark wood walls lit by blown-glass chandeliers that floated like jellyfish near the coffered ceilings. Sometimes Joost liked to pretend that it was his house, that he was a rich mercher just out for a stroll through his fine garden.

Before he rounded the corner, Joost took a deep breath. Anya, your eyes are brown like … tree bark? He’d think of something. He was better off being spontaneous anyway.

He was surprised to see the glass-paneled doors to the Grisha workshop open. More than the hand-painted blue tiles in the kitchen or the mantels laden with potted tulips, this workshop was a testimony to Hoede’s wealth. Grisha indentures didn’t come cheap, and Hoede had three of them.

But Yuri wasn’t seated at the long worktable, and Anya was nowhere to be seen. Only Retvenko was there, sprawled out on a chair in dark blue robes, eyes shut, a book open on his chest.

Joost hovered in the doorway, then cleared his throat. These doors should be shut and locked at night.

House is like furnace, Retvenko drawled without opening his eyes, his Ravkan accent thick and rolling. Tell Hoede I stop sweating, I close doors.

Retvenko was a Squaller, older than the other Grisha indentures, his hair shot through with silver. There were rumors he’d fought for the losing side in Ravka’s civil war and had fled to Kerch after the fighting.

I’d be happy to present your complaints to Councilman Hoede, Joost lied. The house was always overheated, as if Hoede were under obligation to burn coal, but Joost wasn’t going to be the one to mention it. Until then—

You bring news of Yuri? Retvenko interrupted, finally opening his heavily hooded eyes.

Joost glanced uneasily at the bowls of red grapes and heaps of burgundy velvet on the worktable. Yuri had been working on bleeding color from the fruit into curtains for Mistress Hoede, but he’d fallen badly ill a few days ago, and Joost hadn’t seen him since. Dust had begun to gather on the velvet, and the grapes were going bad.

I haven’t heard anything.

Of course you hear nothing. Too busy strutting around in stupid purple uniform.

What was wrong with his uniform? And why did Retvenko even have to be here? He was Hoede’s personal Squaller and often traveled with the merchant’s most precious cargos, guaranteeing favorable winds to bring the ships safely and quickly to harbor. Why couldn’t he be away at sea now?

I think Yuri may be quarantined.

So helpful, Retvenko said with a sneer. You can stop craning neck like hopeful goose, he added. Anya is gone.

Joost felt his face heat again. Where is she? he asked, trying to sound authoritative. She should be in after dark.

One hour ago, Hoede takes her. Same as night he came for Yuri.

What do you mean, ‘he came for Yuri’? Yuri fell ill.

Hoede comes for Yuri, Yuri comes back sick. Two days later, Yuri vanishes for good. Now Anya.

For good?

Maybe there was an emergency. If someone needed to be healed—

First Yuri, now Anya. I will be next, and no one will notice except poor little Officer Joost. Go now.

If Councilman Hoede—

Retvenko raised an arm and a gust of air slammed Joost backward. Joost scrambled to keep his footing, grabbing for the doorframe.

"I said now." Retvenko etched a circle in the air, and the door slammed shut. Joost let go just in time to avoid having his fingers smashed, and toppled into the side garden.

He got to his feet as quickly as he could, wiping muck from his uniform, shame squirming in his belly. One of the glass panes in the door had cracked from the force. Through it, he saw the Squaller smirking.

That’s counting against your indenture, Joost said, pointing to the ruined pane. He hated how small and petty his voice sounded.

Retvenko waved his hand, and the doors trembled on their hinges. Without meaning to, Joost took a step back.

Go make your rounds, little watchdog, Retvenko called.

That went well, snickered Rutger, leaning against the garden wall.

How long had he been standing there? Don’t you have something better to do than follow me around? Joost asked.

All guards are to report to the boathouse. Even you. Or are you too busy making friends?

I was asking him to shut the door.

Rutger shook his head. You don’t ask. You tell. They’re servants. Not honored guests.

Joost fell into step beside him, insides still churning with humiliation. The worst part was that Rutger was right. Retvenko had no business talking to him that way. But what was Joost supposed to do? Even if he’d had the courage to get into a fight with a Squaller, it would be like brawling with an expensive vase. The Grisha weren’t just servants; they were Hoede’s treasured possessions.

What had Retvenko meant about Yuri and Anya being taken, anyway? Had he been covering for Anya? Grisha indentures were kept to the house for good reason. To walk the streets without protection was to risk getting plucked up by a slaver and never seen again. Maybe she’s meeting someone, Joost speculated miserably.

His thoughts were interrupted by the blaze of light and activity down by the boathouse that faced the canal. Across the water he could see other fine mercher houses, tall and slender, the tidy gables of their rooftops making a dark silhouette against the night sky, their gardens and boathouses lit by glowing lanterns.

A few weeks before, Joost had been told that Hoede’s boathouse would be undergoing improvements and to strike it from his rounds. But when he and Rutger entered, he saw no paint or scaffolding. The gondels and oars had been pushed up against the walls. The other house guards were there in their sea-green livery, and Joost recognized two stadwatch guards in purple. But most of the interior was taken up by a huge box—a kind of freestanding cell that looked like it was made from reinforced steel, its seams thick with rivets, a huge window embedded in one of its walls. The glass had a wavy bent, and through it, Joost could see a girl seated at a table, clutching her red silks tight around her. Behind her, a stadwatch guard stood at attention.

Anya, Joost realized with a start. Her brown eyes were wide and frightened, her skin pale. The little boy sitting across from her looked doubly terrified. His hair was sleep-mussed, and his legs dangled from the chair, kicking nervously at the air.

Why all the guards? asked Joost. There had to be more than ten of them crowded into the boathouse. Councilman Hoede was there, too, along with a merchant Joost didn’t know, both of them dressed in mercher black. Joost stood up straighter when he saw they were talking to the captain of the stadwatch. He hoped he’d gotten all the garden mud off of his uniform. What is this?

Rutger shrugged. Who cares? It’s a break in the routine.

Joost looked back through the glass. Anya was staring out at him, her gaze unfocused. The day he’d arrived at Hoede house, she’d healed a bruise on his cheek. It had been nothing, the yellow-green remnants of a crack he’d taken to the face during a training exercise, but apparently Hoede had caught sight of it and didn’t like his guards looking like thugs. Joost had been sent to the Grisha workshop, and Anya had sat him down in a bright square of late winter sunlight. Her cool fingers had passed over his skin, and though the itch had been terrible, bare seconds later it was as if the bruise had never been.

When Joost thanked her, Anya smiled and Joost was lost. He knew his cause was hopeless. Even if she’d had any interest in him, he could never afford to buy her indenture from Hoede, and she would never marry unless Hoede decreed it. But it hadn’t stopped him from dropping by to say hello or to bring her little gifts. She’d liked the map of Kerch best, a whimsical drawing of their island nation, surrounded by mermaids swimming in the True Sea and ships blown along by winds depicted as fat-cheeked men. It was a cheap souvenir, the kind tourists bought along East Stave, but it had seemed to please her.

Now he risked raising a hand in greeting. Anya showed no reaction.

She can’t see you, moron, laughed Rutger. The glass is mirrored on the other side.

Joost’s cheeks pinked. How was I to know that?

Open your eyes and pay attention for once.

First Yuri, now Anya. Why do they need a Grisha Healer? Is that boy injured?

He looks fine to me.

The captain and Hoede seemed to reach some kind of agreement.

Through the glass, Joost saw Hoede enter the cell and give the boy an encouraging pat. There must have been vents in the cell because he heard Hoede say, "Be a brave lad, and there’s a few kruge in it for you. Then he grabbed Anya’s chin with a liver-spotted hand. She tensed, and Joost’s gut tightened. Hoede gave Anya’s head a little shake. Do as you’re told, and this will soon be over, ja?"

She gave a small, tight smile. Of course, Onkle.

Hoede whispered a few words to the guard behind Anya, then stepped out. The door shut with a loud clang, and Hoede slid a heavy lock into place.

Hoede and the other merchant took positions almost directly in front of Joost and Rutger.

The merchant Joost didn’t know said, You’re sure this is wise? This girl is a Corporalnik. After what happened to your Fabrikator—

If it was Retvenko, I’d be worried. But Anya has a sweet disposition. She’s a Healer. Not prone to aggression.

And you’ve lowered the dose?

Yes, but we’re agreed that if we have the same results as the Fabrikator, the Council will compensate me? I can’t be asked to bear that expense.

When the merchant nodded, Hoede signaled to the captain. Proceed.

The same results as the Fabrikator. Retvenko claimed Yuri had vanished. Was that what he’d meant?

Sergeant, said the captain, are you ready?

The guard inside the cell replied, Yes, sir. He drew a knife.

Joost swallowed hard.

"First test," said the captain.

The guard bent forward and told the boy to roll up his sleeve. The boy obeyed and stuck out his arm, popping the thumb of his other hand into his mouth. Too old for that, thought Joost. But the boy must be very scared. Joost had slept with a sock bear until he was nearly fourteen, a fact his older brothers had mocked mercilessly.

This will sting just a bit, said the guard.

The boy kept his thumb in his mouth and nodded, eyes round.

This really isn’t necessary— said Anya.

Quiet, please, said Hoede.

The guard gave the boy a pat then slashed a bright red cut across his forearm. The boy started crying immediately.

Anya tried to rise from her chair, but the guard placed a stern hand on her shoulder.

It’s all right, sergeant, said Hoede. Let her heal him.

Anya leaned forward, taking the boy’s hand gently. Shhhh, she said softly. Let me help.

Will it hurt? the boy gulped.

She smiled. Not at all. Just a little itch. Try to hold still for me?

Joost found himself leaning closer. He’d never actually seen Anya heal someone.

Anya removed a handkerchief from her sleeve and wiped away the excess blood. Then her fingers brushed carefully over the boy’s wound. Joost watched in astonishment as the skin slowly seemed to re-form and knit together.

A few minutes later, the boy grinned and held out his arm. It looked a bit red, but was otherwise smooth and unmarked. Was that magic?

Anya tapped him on the nose. Of a sort. The same magic your own body works when given time and a bit of bandage.

The boy looked almost disappointed.

Good, good, Hoede said impatiently. "Now the parem."

Joost frowned. He’d never heard that word.

The captain signaled to his sergeant. Second sequence.

Put out your arm, the sergeant said to the boy once again.

The boy shook his head. I don’t like that part.

Do it.

The boy’s lower lip quivered, but he put out his arm. The guard cut him once more. Then he placed a small wax paper envelope on the table in front of Anya.

Swallow the contents of the packet, Hoede instructed Anya.

What is it? she asked, voice trembling.

That isn’t your concern.

"What is it?" she repeated.

It’s not going to kill you. We’re going to ask you to perform some simple tasks to judge the drug’s effects. The sergeant is there to make sure you do only what you’re told and no more, understood?

Her jaw set, but she nodded.

No one will harm you, said Hoede. But remember, if you hurt the sergeant, you have no way out of that cell. The doors are locked from the outside.

What is that stuff? whispered Joost.

Don’t know, said Rutger.

What do you know? he muttered.

Enough to keep my trap shut.

Joost scowled.

With shaking hands, Anya lifted the little wax envelope and opened the flap.

Go on, said Hoede.

She tipped her head back and swallowed the powder. For a moment she sat, waiting, lips pressed together.

"Is it just jurda?" she asked hopefully. Joost found himself hoping, too. Jurda was nothing to fear, a stimulant everyone in the stadwatch chewed to stay awake on late watches.

What does it taste like? Hoede asked.

"Like jurda but sweeter, it—"

Anya inhaled sharply. Her hands seized the table, her pupils dilating enough that her eyes looked nearly black. Ohhh, she said, sighing. It was nearly a purr.

The guard tightened his grip on her shoulder.

How do you feel?

She stared at the mirror and smiled. Her tongue peeked through her white teeth, stained like rust. Joost felt suddenly cold.

Just as it was with the Fabrikator, murmured the merchant.

Heal the boy, Hoede commanded.

She waved her hand through the air, the gesture almost dismissive, and the cut on the boy’s arm sealed instantly. The blood lifted briefly from his skin in droplets of red then vanished. His skin looked perfectly smooth, all trace of blood or redness gone. The boy beamed. That was definitely magic.

"It feels like magic," Anya said with that same eerie smile.

She didn’t touch him, marveled the captain.

Anya, said Hoede. Listen closely. We’re going to tell the guard to perform the next test now.

Mmm, hummed Anya.

Sergeant, said Hoede. Cut off the boy’s thumb.

The boy howled and started to cry again. He shoved his hands beneath his legs to protect them.

I should stop this, Joost thought. I should find a way to protect her, both of them. But what then? He was a nobody, new to the stadwatch, new to this house. Besides, he discovered in a burst of shame, I want to keep my job.

Anya merely smiled and tilted her head back so she was looking at the sergeant. Shoot the glass.

What did she say? asked the merchant.

Sergeant! the captain barked out.

Shoot the glass, Anya repeated. The sergeant’s face went slack. He cocked his head to one side as if listening to a distant melody, then unslung his rifle and aimed at the observation window.

Get down! someone yelled.

Joost threw himself to the ground, covering his head as the rapid hammer of gunfire filled his ears and bits of glass rained down on his hands and back. His thoughts were a panicked clamor. His mind tried to deny it, but he knew what he’d just seen. Anya had commanded the sergeant to shoot the glass. She’d made him do it. But that couldn’t be. Grisha Corporalki specialized in the human body. They could stop your heart, slow your breathing, snap your bones. They couldn’t get inside your head.

For a moment there was silence. Then Joost was on his feet with everyone else, reaching for his rifle. Hoede and the captain shouted at the same time.

Subdue her!

Shoot her!

Do you know how much money she’s worth? Hoede retorted. Someone restrain her! Do not shoot!

Anya raised her hands, red sleeves spread wide. Wait, she said.

Joost’s panic vanished. He knew he’d been frightened, but his fear was a distant thing. He was filled with expectation. He wasn’t sure what was coming, or when, only that it would arrive and that it was essential he be ready to meet it. It might be bad or good. He didn’t really care. His heart was free of worry and desire. He longed for nothing, wanted for nothing, his mind silent, his breath steady. He only needed to wait.

He saw Anya rise and pick up the little boy. He heard her crooning tenderly to him, some Ravkan lullaby.

Open the door and come in, Hoede, she said. Joost heard the words, understood them, forgot them.

Hoede walked to the door and slid the bolt free. He entered the steel cell.

"Do as you’re told, and this will soon be over, ja?" Anya murmured with a smile. Her eyes were black and bottomless pools. Her skin was alight, glowing, incandescent. A thought flickered through Joost’s mind—beautiful as the moon.

Anya shifted the boy’s weight in her arms. Don’t look, she murmured against his hair. Now, she said to Hoede. Pick up the knife.

2

INEJ

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.

Of course they were wrong, Inej considered as she crossed the bridge over the black waters of the Beurscanal to the deserted main square that fronted the Exchange. Every act of violence was deliberate, and every favor came with enough strings attached to stage a puppet show. Kaz always had his reasons. Inej could just never be sure they were good ones. Especially tonight.

Inej checked her knives, silently reciting their names as she always did when she thought there might be trouble. It was a practical habit, but a comfort, too. The blades were her companions. She liked knowing they were ready for whatever the night might bring.

She saw Kaz and the others gathered near the great stone arch that marked the eastern entrance to the Exchange. Three words had been carved into the rock above them: Enjent, Voorhent, Almhent. Industry, Integrity, Prosperity.

She kept close to the shuttered storefronts that lined the square, avoiding the pockets of flickering gaslight cast by the streetlamps. As she moved, she inventoried the crew Kaz had brought with him: Dirix, Rotty, Muzzen and Keeg, Anika and Pim, and his chosen seconds for tonight’s parley, Jesper and Big Bolliger. They jostled and bumped one another, laughing, stamping their feet against the cold snap that had surprised the city this week, the last gasp of winter before spring began in earnest. They were all bruisers and brawlers, culled from the younger members of the Dregs, the people Kaz trusted most. Inej noted the glint of knives tucked into their belts, lead pipes, weighted chains, axe handles studded with rusty nails, and here and there, the oily gleam of a gun barrel. She slipped silently into their ranks, scanning the shadows near the Exchange for signs of Black Tip spies.

Three ships! Jesper was saying. The Shu sent them. They were just sitting in First Harbor, cannons out, red flags flying, stuffed to the sails with gold.

Big Bolliger gave a low whistle. Would have liked to see that.

"Would have liked to steal that, replied Jesper. Half the Merchant Council was down there flapping and squawking, trying to figure out what to do."

Don’t they want the Shu paying their debts? Big Bolliger asked.

Kaz shook his head, dark hair glinting in the lamplight. He was a collection of hard lines and tailored edges—sharp jaw, lean build, wool coat snug across his shoulders. Yes and no, he said in his rock salt rasp. It’s always good to have a country in debt to you. Makes for friendlier negotiations.

Maybe the Shu are done being friendly, said Jesper. They didn’t have to send all that treasure at once. You think they stuck that trade ambassador?

Kaz’s eyes found Inej unerringly in the crowd. Ketterdam had been buzzing about the assassination of the ambassador for weeks. It had nearly destroyed Kerch-Zemeni relations and sent the Merchant Council into an uproar. The Zemeni blamed the Kerch. The Kerch suspected the Shu. Kaz didn’t care who was responsible; the murder fascinated him because he couldn’t figure out how it had been accomplished. In one of the busiest corridors of the Stadhall, in full view of more than a dozen government officials, the Zemeni trade ambassador had stepped into a washroom. No one else had entered or left, but when his aide knocked on the door a few minutes later, there had been no answer. When they’d broken down the door, they’d found the ambassador facedown on the white tiles, a knife in his back, the sink still running.

Kaz had sent Inej to investigate the premises after hours. The washroom had no other entrance, no windows or vents, and even Inej hadn’t mastered the art of squeezing herself through the plumbing. Yet the Zemeni ambassador was dead. Kaz hated a puzzle he couldn’t solve, and he and Inej had concocted a hundred theories to account for the murder—none of which satisfied. But they had more pressing problems tonight.

She saw him signal to Jesper and Big Bolliger to divest themselves of weapons. Street law dictated that for a parley of this kind each lieutenant be seconded by two of his foot soldiers and that they all be unarmed. Parley. The word felt like a deception—strangely prim, an antique. No matter what street law decreed, this night smelled like violence.

Go on, give those guns over, Dirix said to Jesper.

With a great sigh, Jesper removed the gun belts at his hips. She had to admit he looked less himself without them. The Zemeni sharpshooter was long-limbed, brown-skinned, constantly in motion. He pressed his lips to the pearl handles of his prized revolvers, bestowing each with a mournful kiss.

Take good care of my babies, Jesper said as he handed them over to Dirix. "If I see a single scratch or nick on those, I’ll spell forgive me on your chest in bullet holes."

You wouldn’t waste the ammo.

"And he’d be dead halfway through forgive," Big Bolliger said as he dropped a hatchet, a switchblade, and his preferred weapon—a thick chain weighted with a heavy padlock—into Rotty’s expectant hands.

Jesper rolled his eyes. "It’s about sending a message. What’s the point of a dead guy with forg written on his chest?"

Compromise, Kaz said. "I’m sorry does the trick and uses fewer bullets."

Dirix laughed, but Inej noted that he cradled Jesper’s revolvers very gently.

What about that? Jesper asked, gesturing to Kaz’s walking stick.

Kaz’s laugh was low and humorless. Who’d deny a poor cripple his cane?

If the cripple is you, then any man with sense.

Then it’s a good thing we’re meeting Geels. Kaz drew a watch from his vest pocket. It’s almost midnight.

Inej turned her gaze to the Exchange. It was little more than a large rectangular courtyard surrounded by warehouses and shipping offices. But during the day, it was the heart of Ketterdam, bustling with wealthy merchers buying and selling shares in the trade voyages that passed through the city’s ports. Now it was nearly twelve bells, and the Exchange was deserted but for the guards who patrolled the perimeter and the rooftop. They’d been bribed to look the other way during tonight’s parley.

The Exchange was one of the few remaining parts of the city that hadn’t been divvied up and claimed in the ceaseless skirmishes between Ketterdam’s rival gangs. It was supposed to be neutral territory. But it didn’t feel neutral to Inej. It felt like the hush of the woods before the snare yanks tight and the rabbit starts to scream. It felt like a trap.

This is a mistake, she said. Big Bolliger startled; he hadn’t known she was standing there. Inej heard the name the Dregs preferred for her whispered among their ranks—the Wraith. Geels is up to something.

Of course he is, said Kaz. His voice had the rough, abraded texture of stone against stone. Inej always wondered if he’d sounded that way as a little boy. If he’d ever been a little boy.

Then why come here tonight?

Because this is the way Per Haskell wants it.

Old man, old ways, Inej thought but didn’t say, and she suspected the other Dregs were thinking the same thing.

He’s going to get us all killed, she said.

Jesper stretched his long arms overhead and grinned, his teeth white against his dark skin. He had yet to give up his rifle, and the silhouette of it across his back made him resemble a gawky, long-limbed bird. "Statistically, he’ll probably only get some of us killed."

It’s not something to joke about, she replied. The look Kaz cast her was amused. She knew how she sounded—stern, fussy, like an old crone making dire pronouncements from her porch. She didn’t like it, but she also knew she was right. Besides, old women must know something, or they wouldn’t live to gather wrinkles and yell from their front stoops.

Jesper isn’t making a joke, Inej, said Kaz. He’s figuring the odds.

Big Bolliger cracked his huge knuckles. Well, I’ve got lager and a skillet of eggs waiting for me at the Kooperom, so I can’t be the one to die tonight.

Care to place a wager? Jesper asked.

I’m not going to bet on my own death.

Kaz flipped his hat onto his head and ran his gloved fingers along the brim in a quick salute. Why not, Bolliger? We do it every day.

He was right. Inej’s debt to Per Haskell meant she gambled her life every time she took on a new job or assignment, every time she left her room at the Slat. Tonight was no different.

Kaz struck his walking stick against the cobblestones as the bells from the Church of Barter began to chime. The group fell silent. The time for talk was done. Geels isn’t smart, but he’s just bright enough to be trouble, said Kaz. No matter what you hear, you don’t join the fray unless I give the command. Stay sharp. Then he gave Inej a brief nod. And stay hidden.

No mourners, Jesper said as he tossed his rifle to Rotty.

No funerals, the rest of the Dregs murmured in reply. Among them, it passed for good luck.

Before Inej could melt into the shadows, Kaz tapped her arm with his crow’s head cane. Keep a watch on the rooftop guards. Geels may have them in his pocket.

Then— Inej began, but Kaz was already gone.

Inej threw up her hands in frustration. She had a hundred questions, but as usual, Kaz was keeping a stranglehold on the answers.

She jogged toward the canal-facing wall of the Exchange. Only the lieutenants and their seconds were allowed to enter during the parley. But just in case the Black Tips got any ideas, the other Dregs would be waiting right outside the eastern arch with weapons at the ready. She knew Geels would have his crew of heavily armed Black Tips gathered at the western entrance.

Inej would find her own way in. The rules of fair play among the gangs were from Per Haskell’s time. Besides, she was the Wraith—the only law that applied to her was gravity, and some days she defied that, too.

The lower level of the Exchange was dedicated to windowless warehouses, so Inej located a drainpipe to shinny up. Something made her hesitate before she wrapped her hand around it. She drew a bonelight from her pocket and gave it a shake, casting a pale green glow over the pipe. It was slick with oil. She followed the wall, seeking another option, and found a stone cornice bearing a statue of Kerch’s three flying fishes within reach. She stood on her toes and tentatively felt along the top of the cornice. It had been covered in ground glass. I am expected, she thought with grim pleasure.

She’d joined up with the Dregs less than two years ago, just days after her fifteenth birthday. It had been a matter of survival, but it gratified her to know that, in such short time, she’d become someone to take precautions against. Though, if the Black Tips thought tricks like this would keep the Wraith from her goal, they were sadly mistaken.

She drew two climbing spikes from the pockets of her quilted vest and wedged first one then the other between the bricks of the wall as she hoisted herself higher, her questing feet finding the smallest holds and ridges in the stone. As a child learning the high wire, she’d gone barefoot. But the streets of Ketterdam were too cold and wet for that. After a few bad spills, she’d paid a Grisha Fabrikator working in secret out of a gin shop on the Wijnstraat to make her a pair of leather slippers with nubbly rubber soles. They were perfectly fitted to her feet and gripped any surface with surety.

On the second story of the Exchange, she hoisted herself onto a window ledge just wide enough to perch on.

Kaz had done his best to teach her, but she didn’t quite have his way with breaking and entering, and it took her a few tries to finesse the lock. Finally she heard a satisfying click, and the window swung open on a deserted office, its walls covered in maps marked with trade routes and chalkboards listing share prices and the names of ships. She ducked inside, refastened the latch, and picked her way past the empty desks with their neat stacks of orders and tallies.

She crossed to a slender set of doors and stepped onto a balcony that overlooked the central courtyard of the Exchange. Each of the shipping offices had one. From here, callers announced new voyages and arrivals of inventory, or hung the black flag that indicated that a ship had been lost at sea with all its cargo. The floor of the Exchange would erupt into a flurry of trades, runners would spread the word throughout the city, and the price of goods, futures, and shares in outgoing voyages would rise or fall. But tonight all was silence.

A wind came in off the harbor, bringing the smell of the sea, ruffling the stray hairs that had escaped the braided coil at the nape of Inej’s neck. Down in the square, she saw the sway of lamplight and heard the thump of Kaz’s cane on the stones as he and his seconds made their way across the square. On the opposite side, she glimpsed another set of lanterns heading toward them. The Black Tips had arrived.

Inej raised her hood. She pulled herself onto the railing and leapt soundlessly to the neighboring balcony, then the next, tracking Kaz and the others around the square, staying as close as she could. His dark coat rippled in the salt breeze, his limp more pronounced tonight, as it always was when the weather turned cold. She could hear Jesper keeping up a lively stream of conversation, and Big Bolliger’s low, rumbling chuckle.

As she drew nearer to the other side of the square, Inej saw that Geels had chosen to bring Elzinger and Oomen—exactly as she had predicted. Inej knew the strengths and weaknesses of every member of the Black Tips, not to mention Harley’s Pointers, the Liddies, the Razorgulls, the Dime Lions, and every other gang working the streets of Ketterdam. It was her job to know that Geels trusted Elzinger because they’d come up through the ranks of the Black Tips together, and because Elzinger was built like a stack of boulders—nearly seven feet tall, dense with muscle, his wide, mashed-in face jammed low on a neck thick as a pylon.

She was suddenly glad Big Bolliger was with Kaz. That Kaz had chosen Jesper to be one of his seconds was no surprise. Twitchy as Jesper was, with or without his revolvers, he was at his best in a fight, and she knew he’d do anything for Kaz. She’d been less sure when Kaz had insisted on Big Bolliger as well. Big Bol was a bouncer at the Crow Club, perfectly suited to tossing out drunks and wasters, but too heavy on his feet to be much use when it came to a real tussle. Still, at least he was tall enough to look Elzinger in the eye.

Inej didn’t want to think too much on Geels’ other second. Oomen made her nervous. He wasn’t as physically intimidating as Elzinger. In fact, Oomen was made like a scarecrow—not scrawny, but as if beneath his clothes, his body had been put together at wrong angles. Word was he’d once crushed a man’s skull with his bare hands, wiped his palms clean on his shirtfront, and kept right on drinking.

Inej tried to quiet the unease roiling through her, and listened as Geels and Kaz made small talk in the square while their seconds patted each of them down to make sure no one was carrying.

Naughty, Jesper said as he removed a tiny knife from Elzinger’s sleeve and tossed it across the square.

Clear, declared Big Bolliger as he finished patting down Geels and moved on to Oomen.

Kaz and Geels discussed the weather, the suspicion that the Kooperom was serving watered-down drinks now that the rent had been raised—dancing around the real reason they’d come here tonight. In theory, they would chat, make their apologies, agree to respect the boundaries of Fifth Harbor, then all head out to find a drink together—at least that’s what Per Haskell had insisted.

But what does Per Haskell know? Inej thought as she looked for the guards patrolling the roof above, trying to pick out their shapes in the dark. Haskell ran the Dregs, but these days, he preferred to sit in the warmth of his room, drinking lukewarm lager, building model ships, and telling long stories of his exploits to anyone who would listen. He seemed to think territory wars could be settled as they once had been: with a short scuffle and a friendly handshake. But every one of Inej’s senses told her that was not how this was going to play out. Her father would have said the shadows were about their own business tonight. Something bad was going to happen here.

Kaz stood with both gloved hands resting on the carved crow’s head of his cane. He looked totally at ease, his narrow face obscured by the brim of his hat. Most gang members in the Barrel loved flash: gaudy waistcoats, watch fobs studded with false gems, trousers in every print and pattern imaginable. Kaz was the exception—the picture of restraint, his dark vests and trousers simply cut and tailored along severe lines. At first, she’d thought it was a matter of taste, but she’d come to understand that it was a joke he played on the upstanding merchers. He enjoyed looking like one of them.

I’m a businessman, he’d told her. No more, no less.

You’re a thief, Kaz.

Isn’t that what I just said?

Now he looked like some kind of priest come to preach to a group of circus performers. A young priest, she thought with another pang of unease. Kaz had called Geels old and washed up, but he certainly didn’t seem that way tonight. The Black Tips’ lieutenant might have wrinkles creasing the corners of his eyes and burgeoning jowls beneath his sideburns, but he looked confident, experienced. Next to him Kaz looked … well, seventeen.

"Let’s be fair, ja? All we want is a bit more scrub, Geels said, tapping the mirrored buttons of his lime-green waistcoat. It’s not fair for you to cull every spend-happy tourist stepping off a pleasure boat at Fifth Harbor."

Fifth Harbor is ours, Geels, Kaz replied. The Dregs get first crack at the pigeons who come looking for a little fun.

Geels shook his head. You’re a young one, Brekker, he said with an indulgent laugh. "Maybe you don’t understand how these things work. The harbors belong to the city, and we have as much right to them as anyone. We’ve all got a living to

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