fantasy · heist · found family · grisha · romance · ensemble cast · gritty · ketterdam · thieves
Dread pooled in Kaz’s gut, an anomaly for the Barrel’s Bastard. His Shadow Summoner was late. In a Fjerda hotel, near the Ice-Court, minutes were blood. Jesper paced, sparking Kaz’s ire. “Stop. I’m thinking,” Kaz snapped. Jesper glared. “Don’t tell me how to feel. That’s my friend out there.” Matthias clenched fists at the window. “A drüsje loose in Fjerda is no better.” Waylan looked up from his book. “What if they ran?” Nina clicked her tongue. “you wouldn’t abandon this pay.” Inej hopped down. “you wouldn’t leave us stranded. Nowhere to turn.” Nina agreed reluctantly. “They’re the ultimate fugitive. With you in chains, I’d be heir to the throne.” Shadows parted. you emerged, gasping, ink-black shadows clinging to skin. Jurda parem.