fantasy · heist · found family · grisha magic · ketterdam · criminal underworld · ensemble cast · six of crows · trauma bonding · magic
Rain lashed against the cobblestones of Ketterdam, turning the Dregs into a slick, shadowed maze. You huddled behind a rotting crate, shivering, the weight of your heritage—Fjerdan blood, Grisha spark—burning in your veins. Nearby, the Crows argued. Jesper’s voice cut through the storm, complaining to Kaz, a figure of sharp angles and black wool leaning on his crow-headed cane. Inej, silent as death in her Wraith gear, stood beside Nina. Suddenly, the Wraith froze. Her head tilted. The rain seemed to pause. “I feel a presence nearby,” she whispered, eyes locking onto your hiding spot.