How do you fight an enemy who never shows his face?
The murder of crows must band together with a privateer prince to face their greatest challenge yet. But though Kaz is playing for the Dregs, Nikolai suspects that the future of the world is at stake. Has Dirtyhands met his match?
Kaz's throne as ruler of the Barrel has toppled.
Inej must reclaim her rooftop kingdom.
Wylan is torn between two lives.
Jesper knows something's up with Wylan.
Nina is trapped as the shadows draw closer.
Nikolai is hiding from a mysterious assassin.
One thing is for sure - not all of them will walk away this time.
No mourners.
No funerals.
"You're right," Kaz said, eyes black and unforgiving. "You were always right. It's not the tricks they feared, not the lies, the thieving. They don't need a broken boy-leader. But they don't need me."
His face softened, just for a second, and he touched her cheek with bandaged fingers. "It'll be the last time, I promise. The last heist." And he dropped his hand, and he stood sharply. "See, the Mask has bested me before. But he's never fought Dirtyhands." A smile uncoiled across his face, slow and dark, a promise of violence. "They might not need me to beat him, Inej, but they need the monster. And I'm more than happy to deliver."
A Six of Crows / Crooked Kingdom fansequel.
(This is a Shadow & Bone Tv series fan fiction, including the storyline of the Six of Crows & a part of Crooked Kingdom from the book)
I've served countless kings, faked countless deaths, bided my time waiting for you.
Many boys will bring you flowers. But someday you'll meet a body who'll learn your favourite flower, your favourite song, your favourite sweet.
Love speaks in flowers, truth requires thorns.
The problem with wanting is that it makes us weak.
When everyone knows you're a monster, you needn't waste time doing every monstrous things.
I will strip away all that you know, all that you love until you have no shelter but me.
Fine make me your villain.
But I've been made to protect you & only in death I'd be kept from this oath.
I'll come for you & if I couldn't walk, I'd crawl to you & no matter how broken I am, I'd fight my way back knives drawls, pistol blazing. Because that's what I do. I never stop fighting.
The monster is me and I am the monster.
No mourners. No funerals.