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Lord Massen: It came three years ago.
Lord Broughton: Third of August, 1896.
Lord Massen: A Monday. Rather gray. Not one case of someone being Touched before then. Not one outside London. Those reported overseas were all here at the time. And not one man of stature afflicted. That’s the genius of it. They came at us through our women.
Lord Allaven-Tyne: They? I’m still not sure I can equate a few bizarre anecdotes with the Mongol horde.
Lord Massen: Only a blind man measures the length of a blade by how much is in his belly.

Lord Massen: This was designed so that we would see the parts and not the whole. Philanthropists like Lavinia Bidlow see the suffering of the afflicted. The common throng see a macabre murderess.
Prince Albrecht: And you see a broken machine.
Lord Massen: That is exactly what I see. The greatest machine. The heart of our empire brought to a shuddering halt by the caprice and ambitions of those for whom ambition was never meant.

Lord Massen: We are the first generation accustomed to the impossible. What women are appalled by today, they will accept tomorrow, and demand the day after that. And the immigrant. And the deviant. That is the power being wielded, and not by us. The blade is in, gentlemen. We need to know whose hand is on the hilt.

Frank Mundi: So you’re going to tell me what was here before you dressed it up, because one more lie, and I’m not on a case, I’m the f***ing Angle of Death.

Penance Adair: [referring to Myrtle] She does speak English. But not with her mouth.

Lucy Best: People been attacking us since they known we was Touched.
Harriet Kaur: Or since always.
Amalia True: This is different. This whole day.
Penance Adair: We knew people would come down on us the more we were thriving.

Lucy Best: It’s about confidence. As my mum used to say, if you can look a man in the eye, you can stab him in it.
Amalia True: Smart woman.
Penance Adair: But also, don’t do that.

Augustus ‘Augie’ Bidlow: The Touched.
Hugo Swan: Yes. They’re terrible. They’re wonderful. They’re absurd.
Augustus ‘Augie’ Bidlow: Do you even know what the term means?
Hugo Swan: Touched? Yes! No. They’re all, they have, weird, deformities and afflictions.

Augustus ‘Augie’ Bidlow: Do you think they might be hideous?
Hugo Swan: Well, whatever they are, flirt with the ugly one. It creates an unexpected balance.
Augustus ‘Augie’ Bidlow: I don’t know how to flirt.

Augustus ‘Augie’ Bidlow: You have to come.
Hugo Swan: Oh! To the opera?
Augustus ‘Augie’ Bidlow: Well, you know everything about flirting. Plus, you don’t mind when people are odd. It’s how we’re friends.

Hugo Swan: That’s how the club works. It’s all quite delicate. Favors and threats, and then, one shining night where no law yet exists. It’s more than just a club. It’s an ethos.

Augustus ‘Augie’ Bidlow: Sex club is just, that’s just flirting on a much scarier level.
Hugo Swan: You don’t have to flirt. You just have to relax. Endure someone flirting with you.

Hugo Swan: As far as society is concerned, Augustus Bidlow is above reproach, and beneath contempt. He’s perfect.
Housemaid: For what?

Amalia True: Gift like yours, you should be the Royal physician, not patching up gangsters and freaks.
Dr. Horatio Cousens: Gift like mine gets me branded a voodoo witch doctor. I gave up being choosy.
Amalia True: Nothing about me not being a freak?

Penance Adair: I’m not confident in my curtsying.
Amalia True: I’m not confident in my breathing.
Penance Adair: Oh, I wasn’t planning to breathe. I think it’s considered rude.

Penance Adair: [referring to her wound] Does it hurt?
Amalia True: Itches.
Penance Adair: Aah, that’s much worse.

Declan Orrun: I’m genuinely searching for a way that this spins out that I don’t kill you.
Amalia True: It would be better if you didn’t.
Declan Orrun: You’re a rare f***ing bird.

Declan Orrun: My business is mine. Apart from the sanctity of my harmonious marriage, f***-all is exclusive.

Declan Orrun: You’re mad enough to make this worth it. But you’re mad enough to try not to. If it goes that way, I will cut your face to a mess.
Amalia True: This isn’t my face.

Lavinia Bidlow: Language requires not stasis, but specificity. I should be thrilled to excise the word “nice”. It’s vague as paste.

Lord Massen: It is not panicking to abhor something. Neither is it useful to replace a perfectly good Anglo-Saxon word with some foreigner’s flourish. In England, we say “the employed”. What possible benefit in replacing it with “employees”?
Amalia True: The singular. One may refer to a single employee, whereas “the employed” can only be used to describe a mass of people. It doesn’t allow for the idea that a single worker may be a whole and meaningful being.

Lord Massen: I take it then that you are yourselves among the afflicted?
Amalia True: Touched, yes. We don’t consider ourselves afflicted.
Lord Massen: Perhaps some women are more fortunate in the nature of their ailment than others.
Amalia True: That’s true, but more suffer from society’s perception than their own debilitation.

Lavinia Bidlow: Mrs. True tends to be a few steps ahead of the rest of us.
Hugo Swan: A prognosticator.
Amalia True: Nothing so grand.
Hugo Swan: So I shouldn’t ask how I’m going to die.
Lavinia Bidlow: No, but one can safely assume it will involve a French word.

Lord Massen: I’m old and I’ve seen too much change to fight against the tide, but chaos is not change. Shouting for recognition does not make a people worthy of it. There’s a harmony to our world that’s worth preserving.
Amalia True: As I understand it, a harmony is made up of different voices sounding different notes.
Lord Massen: Yes. And one is always above the other.

Maladie: Did you all come in hats? Now all of your brains are naked. No? You shall have a wreath of eels with the tail in your mouth.

Maladie: Devil’s speciality is eels. Which is known by you as a serpent. Oh, but it’s only Adam. It’s all the same when it slithers.

Frank Mundi: I’m sure this must be a very difficult time for you.
Hugo Swan: On the contrary. London’s deadliest maniac was as close to me as Kitty is now.
Katie: It’s Katie.
Hugo Swan: And the presence of sudden death makes one appreciate the act of living.
Katie: He did seem to appreciate it.

Edmund Hague: I like that word. Touched. Like the finger of God gave a few of us a little poke. Woke us up. Every subject gets me closer to finding exactly where it is He touched us.

Penance Adair: Trouble makes you troublesome. But nothing sets you off like good fortune.

Penance Adair: I belong here. And you. And all of us that’s Touched. We’re woven into the fabric of the world, and we’re meant to be as we are. We find Mary. We get her singing. They’ll all come to us, and they’ll be safe.
Amalia True: They won’t be safe.
Penance Adair: Less lonely then. And that’s a start.
Amalia True: It’s a start.

Amalia True: We all want Miss Brighton safe. Work with us.
Frank Mundi: Our men will find Maladie.
Amalia True: In Primrose’s drawers?

Lavinia Bidlow: Three of the Touched declared war on society. Right now, every one of us, of you, is suspect. Lucy Best can break things by touching them. Primrose Chattoway…
Penance Adair: Primrose is a child, and meek as a kitten.
Lavinia Bidlow: When a kitten reaches ten feet, you call it a tiger. I shouldn’t have to explain this to you.

Amalia True: I didn’t realize when we met what a name he was. “A voice of conservative Parliament.” Anti-union, anti-Suffragism, anti-Belgian.
Lavinia Bidlow: Gilbert Massen and I agree on almost nothing. It is the bedrock of our friendship.

Penance Adair: I thought everyone was in a panic.
Lavinia Bidlow: It’s society. Doing nothing is how we panic.

Lord Broughton: Mrs. True made more of an impression on you than Maladie did. Do you think she’s at the root of our feminine plague? Or in league with whoever is?
Lord Massen: I don’t know. But she’s not a fool. And she’s not a f***ing baker.

Lord Massen: You’re up early.
Hugo Swan: I can leave my coffin by day, if the smog’s thick enough. You haven’t read it? The Irishman, Bram Stoker.

Lord Massen: I heard an ugly rumor the other day.
Hugo Swan: Well, all rumors are ugly, Massen. No one whispers about virtue.

Hugo Swan: [to Massen] Horror and fascination go arm in arm. You should have read the Stoker.

Hugo Swan: And as for the Touched, well, they have a right to earn a living. I doubt even you can change that.
Lord Massen: I used to think your father’s mind went to field because your brother Caleb drowned. More likely, it’s because you didn’t. Well, I assure you, you’re about to.

Penance Adair: Do you ever wonder why Miss Bidlow started The Orphanage that she’s never comfortable in?
Amalia True: I’m not sure she’s comfortable anywhere. She didn’t pick this cause out of a hat. She knows what it’s like to be dismissed.

Desirée Blodgett: Desirée Blodgett. I usually just go by the first name, if you’re wondering where you’ve heard of me.
Amalia True: I haven’t.
Desirée Blodgett: Desirée, Diva of Desire. No? Well, I’m a whore. A bit renowned. I’ve cultivated an impressive clientèle. Especially given that I’m not exactly Mitzi Dalti, am I?

Amalia True: [referring to her clients who like to talk to her] And you have information on these men?
Desirée Blodgett: Oh, f***, no. I can’t remember a word.

Frank Mundi: Mrs. True. I hope this means you have something useful to say.
Amalia True: That depends.
Amalia True: [slaps him]Do you feel like talking?
Frank Mundi: I feel like talking about you spending a week in a cell.

Amalia True: A song. That’s Mary’s “turn”. A song only the Touched can hear.
Frank Mundi: What’s it about?
Amalia True: Hope.

Clara: I want to hear it. You sang for Maladie. Now sing for me. If you sing, and I hear it, it means I’m finally Touched. It means I’m worthy.
Mary Brighton: I can’t. And you’re not.

Annie Carbey: I don’t mind crazy, boss. I can’t work with stupid.

Mary Brighton: [to Maladie] It comes when I’m afraid. When I’m sad, the song, it helps. I knew that you would hear it, and maybe it might be a reassurance. A sense that you needn’t act only from pain.

Augustus ‘Augie’ Bidlow: [after revealing he’s Touched] It’s a feminine trait, isn’t it?
Penance Adair: Oh, there’s men that have it.

Augustus ‘Augie’ Bidlow: I am a monster.
Penance Adair: You know you’re not though.

Penance Adair: How does it feel? To fly?
Augustus ‘Augie’ Bidlow: It feels like flying.

Mary Brighton: What is it you’re after?
Maladie: Thorns! All I see is a crown.

Maladie: [to Mary] My agony’s made me special, but you. You’re nothing. You’re pleasant, and He fills your throat. Lets you make my pain little.

Maladie: I don’t want what I want. Go out in the world and show me this magical symmetry. It’s broken. It’s designed to be broken. Gears crushing gears. He means for this to hurt.
Mary Brighton: I don’t know where my song comes from. But God doesn’t want us to hurt.

Maladie: They say you s**t when you hang.

Frank Mundi: So, these ripplings. They let you see the future, but you can’t control when they come, or what you see, or why.
Amalia True: Every day’s an adventure.
Frank Mundi: Can you change it? Can you see the beach, then go to the woods?
Amalia True: No.

Frank Mundi: Do you feel anything? Rage, or victory maybe, or failure?
Amalia True: Mostly I feel calm. I know where I am in a fight. It’s one of the few times I do.
Frank Mundi: I know what you mean. I don’t get the part where you know what you mean.
Amalia True: I’ve had more experience with violence than I would have liked.
Frank Mundi: Your late husband?

Frank Mundi: How does Mary fit in?
Amalia True: I don’t think she does. Mary makes you feel love. Feel loved. Which is terrifying. For someone who, someone like her. Maladie felt a power greater than pain.
Frank Mundi: Do you think Mary might cure her?
Amalia True: Is it ever that simple?

Penance Adair: You see, people think the electricity is in the wire. But it’s everywhere. The air’s thick with it, and it moves, it circles. And not just in the circuit, but all across the air.

Lavinia Bidlow: No, they’re not our guests. They are my charity. I brought them here to help them. To prove that the Touched are not a threat. Yet you seem determined to prove that they are.
Augustus ‘Augie’ Bidlow: Miss Adair is every inch a lady. She’d never overstep.
Lavinia Bidlow: Is it every inch then?

Lavinia Bidlow: You cannot complete a sentence without exposing yourself. If the guests suspect that Miss Adair has social ambitions, or is using a “turn” to bewitch a weak-minded bachelor, the reports of this event could be disastrous for us, and possibly dangerous for her!
Augustus ‘Augie’ Bidlow: You always assume the worst of everybody.
Lavinia Bidlow: They seldom disappoint.

Lavinia Bidlow: [to Augie] There is a path that cannot be trodden. A private indiscretion is one thing, but you are not clever enough to keep a mistress. And we cannot have a girl who is Touched, and Irish, bear the Bidlow name. If you regard Miss Adair, you must think more of her reputation, and less of her every inch.

Dr. Edmund Hague: You are a very special person. You know why? Neither do I. I keep looking for that spark. The Touch. But darn it.

Hugo Swan: Augustus Cyril Aspinal Bidlow.
Augustus ‘Augie’ Bidlow: Augustus was an emperor. He conquered Egypt. And he was never described as a weak-minded bachelor. I’ve had a spot of brandy.
Hugo Swan: A spot? You’ve had the whole Dalmatian.

Hugo Swan: [to Augie] The Touched are the future. Particularly, your future.

Hugo Swan: Massen thinks the Touched are a plague. I think they’re a goldmine. One that I’ve dug out.

Hugo Swan: We are forever second sons, you and I. Worse, my older brother is dead, and yours is a woman. It’s time we made our mark.
Augustus ‘Augie’ Bidlow: The Touched are the future.

Maladie: Would you like to beat me some more?
Amalia True: All your pain. Your rage. At some point, it’s what you are. And pain despises hope. I know. But Mary’s song isn’t just hope. We can gather people like us, and make sure your angels can’t hurt anyone else.
Maladie: But I don’t care about anyone else. No, wait. You don’t care about anyone else.

Amalia True: I don’t know how to do this. This riddle-me s**t. It’s beneath you.
Maladie: Well, no, it isn’t.

Maladie: You’re the woman who sheds her skin.
Amalia True: You mean my dress.
Maladie: I mean, your friends. I mean, well, you know, “A friend’s the one you trust to trust you back.”

Amalia True: I do have a mission. I didn’t ask for it. I’m not cut out for it. But it matters. And it requires sacrifice.

Penance Adair: [after Amalia shoots herself to save Mary] You nearly died, you great idiot!
Amalia True: You nearly died.
Penance Adair: But not by my own hand! There’s not a place in Heaven for them who scorn the gift of life.

Amalia True: I knew Horatio would have time to sew me back up. I missed the vital organs, silly.
Penance Adair: No, you didn’t!
Horatio Cousens: No, you didn’t.
Amalia True: Oh. I thought…
Horatio Cousens: Either you don’t know anatomy, or you don’t know how to aim.
Amalia True: Well, it was a bad gun.

Mary Brighton: They’re odd. I’m odd. It’s odd, what I do. I’ve been ignoring it, Frank. Ignored a lot of things. Which you know that I do.

Frank Mundi: I’m sorry for your terrible day.
Mary Brighton: You know, I always thought that I’d be the one saying that to you.

Hague’s Assistant: I can discern emotion when I see a face. But telephones. Angry people get louder, but also quieter.
Dr. Edmund Hague: Ah, you are an incomplete machine. All people are. That’s how it works.

Dr. Edmund Hague: I was just saying, a few days ago, dark as the day we found it. And now, ain’t we got fun?
Lavinia Bidlow: You are an American, and confounded by the mother tongue. This is not fun. This is war.

Annie Carbey: Is that the mission you were going on about? Mary Brighton brings in all the Touched with her little lullaby, then we overthrow the monarchy.
Amalia True: Nothing that grand. Or that small.

Amalia True: You know we’re dying. The Touched. We’re being attacked, locked up, and thrown in the street. Not everyone got such a formidable turn. And it’s getting worse. You have enemies you don’t know about yet.
Annie Carbey: So I should hide with your sad little gaggle? I’m fine all by myself.

Penance Adair: Amalia, come and see my soul trapped in a jar. If you rub it, I’ll give you wishes. You’ll never guess what the fire was.
Amalia True: It’s opium, my love.
Penance Adair: But it was the air. But also the cloud that wanted thunder, but was too gentle to hold it.

Penance Adair: Did you feel the thunder that wasn’t?
Amalia True: I feel it all the time.
Penance Adair: We have the best jobs.

Amalia True: Bonfire Annie, a flat no. Mary’s too shaken to sing. Myrtle’s “turn” is being incomprehensible. I am really racking up the wins. Oh, and I created Maladie.
Horatio Cousens: You know you didn’t. You made a difficult choice.
Amalia True: She doesn’t know that. I still hardly remember her. Makes it worse, somehow.

Horatio Cousens: Right, you tried to bring Bonfire Annie into the fold. That’s not a difficult choice. That’s just reckless. She’s a killer, for Christ’s sake.
Amalia True: I’m a killer.
Horatio Cousens: You’re a soldier, and Penance isn’t one.
Amalia True: She will be.
Horatio Cousens: That’s a terrible fate to wish on a friend.
Amalia True: Do you think anything that’s happening has to do with what I wish?

Amalia True: Well, you know young people these days. They never listen.
Horatio Cousens: Yeah, and they’re not going to learn it from you.

Horatio Cousens: It’s not fun watching you throw yourself at danger like you think it’s going to propose. Coming here, to patch you up over and over.
Amalia True: It could be fun.
Horatio Cousens: Amalia, we’ve been through this.
Amalia True: It was fun. It was more than fun.

Amalia True: Do you think it’s easy for me?
Horatio Cousens: Nothing’s easy for Amalia True. She has the weight of the world.
Amalia True: I’m sorry I can’t be more generous about being your mistake.

Amalia True: Waiting is only painful when you’re not doing anything else.
Penance Adair: The gospel of Amalia True, patron saint of patience, and ironically, fist-punching.

Amalia True: Miss Adair, you’re surprisingly sprightly this morning.
Penance Adair: I had a vision in the night in between vomits.

Amalia True: Penance Adair, have you just invented the amplifier?
Penance Adair: Ah, you gave it away! And you gave it a very dull name. I’ll be calling it The Brightener.
Penance Adair: [to Mary] It’s a play on words involving your name.

Amalia True: [to Mary] Just because you can enjoy yourself, and be entertaining, doesn’t mean you weren’t kidnapped a week ago.

Mary Brighton: Has there been any word of Maladie?
Amalia True: I imagine she’s licking her wounds. Or punching them.

Mary Brighton: You’re keeping secrets.
Amalia True: Every woman keeps secrets. Every Touched woman keeps a great deal more.
Mary Brighton: That’s a dodge.
Amalia True: Was there a question?

Amalia True: What is it you’re looking for? A conspiracy? A cult? I’m not asking you to cut off your toes.
Mary Brighton: I’m looking for you.
Amalia True: I’m right here.
Mary Brighton: Are you?

Amalia True: Three years ago, I woke up knowing things that I shouldn’t, and was declared insane. Which for a time, I thought I was. So, yes. I keep secrets. I also drink when I shouldn’t, fight when I needn’t, and f*** men whose names I do not learn. I get nervous in crowds. I see things that aren’t there. When I meet someone, the first thing I think of is how to kill them. I do have some good qualities. I genuinely like horses.

Mary Brighton: [to Amalia] What is it you know that you shouldn’t? You want me to sing so that more people will come here? Maybe I’m struggling because I don’t know if they should.

Augustus ‘Augie’ Bidlow: Hugo, this isn’t a schoolyard prank. There are things being done here that are illegal. And quite possibly immoral.

Augustus ‘Augie’ Bidlow: What I did that night was not the conduct of a gentleman, I know.
But we didn’t break any laws. That I know of.
Hugo Swan: What you did, they don’t have laws for.
Augustus ‘Augie’ Bidlow: Then I didn’t break any.

Mrs. Beechum: [to Massen] Unions is just organized laziness, if you don’t mind my saying. Should be grateful for a wage and your guiding hand.

Lord Massen: The degradation of progress. We build homes to keep other people out, and then build machines to let them all in.

Lord Massen: Because the measure of a thing’s worth is how quickly it arrives.

Penance Adair: Can you believe that man? “Electronics is nothing for a girl to be dabbling in.” Have you ever seen me dabble, Myrtle? I’ll dabble his face.

The Colonel: [to Horatio] I never lie. I never boast. As it happens, a wealthy patient is waiting for you within. A new client, of whom you’re not remotely afraid.
Maladie: Hush, Colonel. Don’t take away his fear. He might need it.

Horatio Cousens: Do you want to show me the wound?
Maladie: Yes, sir, doctor, sir. It’s a persistent little pinhole. Kiss it better.
Horatio Cousens: There’s still a bullet fragment in there. I’ll have to take it out before I can help you. This is going to hurt.
Maladie: Promise?

Frank Mundi: One day, you’re going to walk into a place that don’t think you’re charming. Don’t think your money’s charming.
Hugo Swan: My money is adorable.

Hugo Swan: I’m worked to the bone, Inspector. Whilst I’ve had nothing of worth from you about Amalia True, or The Orphanage. Do you know what it cost to arrange that raid?
Frank Mundi: What do you think I’ll find, hmm? A bunch of girls longing to leave the safety of their community to come whoring for you?
Hugo Swan: A few. You do have a talent for it.

Hugo Swan: Amalia True. I do not believe she has any interest in giving the Touched a safe haven. Do you?
Frank Mundi: No. Seeing the future, that ain’t her whole story. She has a purpose.

Hugo Swan: Look at you. A shadow afraid of shadows. Such a lonely life.
Frank Mundi: Yeah? Where are all your friends then?

Clara: My toes itch.
The Colonel: The ones you’ve got, or the ones you haven’t?
Clara: Both.

Lucy Best: [referring to the man Amalia just killed] F*** a drumstick, he’s ugly.

Mary Brighton: Frank, you’re a good man. But there’s a part of you that you hate. I won’t say any more. Except that, I will never hate you. Not for who you are. You’ll always be the man that I call when there’s trouble, and when there’s not trouble, I guess.

Amalia True: I love them, you know.
Penance Adair: Who?
Amalia True: Dresses. I think they’re just wonderful.

Annie Carbey:  [referring to Amalia] So is this what we can expect? A leader who doesn’t lead?
Horatio Cousens: Are you looking to fill that position?
Annie Carbey:  She does have the nicest room.

Annie Carbey:  You know True should have been there. I’ve shown more respect for Mary, and I’m her kidnapper.
Horatio Cousens: Amalia misses the point of things, as often as not. But if that chair is warm when she sits in it, she’ll know why.
Annie Carbey:  You don’t think I can best her?
Horatio Cousens: I don’t think you want her job. It’s very draining.

Horatio Cousens: We don’t want more violence.
Annie Carbey:  This is London, Doctor. There’s always more.
Horatio Cousens: I still don’t see how you can go from working for Maladie, to being here with Amalia.
Annie Carbey:  You really think they’re that different?

Penance Adair: True still not back? I swear to Jesus, I would…
Amalia True: Have you not finished discussing my faults? Come on, Penance. Jesus awaits.
Penance Adair: He already knows what I was going to say. And I’ll add a few Hail Marys for that later.

Amalia True: [imitating Penance] Ah, Lord, Mary Brighton trusted you, and you failed her.
Penance Adair: Is that what you think?
Amalia True: I think the longer we wait to find the killer, the greater the chance we never do.

Penance Adair: True, I can’t imagine how many funerals you’ve been to, but…
Amalia True: None. We don’t do that when I’m from. We don’t have enough time and we don’t have enough ground.

Penance Adair: You know better than anyone what pain does when you don’t make time for it.
Amalia True: All time does is run out.

Amalia True: I was left here, completely alone, with nothing but a mission I was never actually given. No orders, no objectives. They left me here, and they f***ed right off. Maybe they died. Who cares? I’m here, where a woman can be killed just for having a voice, which will be the world’s f***ing epitaph if I can’t do something other than make it worse.
Penance Adair: I know your burdens, True. But is vengeance going to make the world better?

Amalia True: Cops, the church, the Purists, and our masked freaks. There’s no shortage of people who hate us. But only a few are powerful or inventive enough to have gotten Kroos out of prison undetected.

Annie Carbey:  Wait, does that mean Massen killed Mary? Did the ripplings tell you that?
Amalia True: They tell me I don’t get to plan my own day. They’re not treasure maps.

Penance Adair: Mary’s death needs to be answered, and not with another death. And it’s not just about what’s right. We’re hated right now. Our first response cannot be hate. We’ll be lined up in the streets.
Annie Carbey:  And they may have killed Mary exactly for that purpose. Make us do something they can rain hell on us for.
Penance Adair: See? Annie agrees, and she’s terrible.

Horatio Cousens: Now, Miss Bidlow, she means well, and I know she does good work for the Touched, but it doesn’t make her a friend.
Amalia True: So she goes on the list, with her terrible, bird-watching brother.
Penance Adair: He’s the ringleader. You know, he likes birds. Birds are stupid.
Amalia True: And it’s high time you told him that.

Desirée Blodgett: Sometimes pretending you feel good makes you feel better. Trust me.

Hugo Swan: It’s no secret that you loathe me.
Frank Mundi: That don’t mean you’re innocent.

Hugo Swan: Are we done?
Frank Mundi: Oh, we’re done, Swann. Across the board. And our little arrangement, my debt, is done. Because I got something over you now. I don’t f***ing care.

Penance Adair: Oh, you are a monster. And you’re going to go to prison. I don’t care how rich you are.
Augustus ‘Augie’ Bidlow: What’s happening? What’s happening?! I don’t know what’s happening.
Penance Adair: You just confessed to the murder of Mary Brighton, and I made a wax recording of it.

Penance Adair: You didn’t kill Mary?
Augustus ‘Augie’ Bidlow: Is that bad? It’s…
Penance Adair: Of course you didn’t. You’re as gentle as a blush. But you’re still terrible.

Penance Adair: I cried, which seems petty now to think about, but I don’t have a lot of experience with men. Certainly not of your class, which from what I’ve seen…
Augustus ‘Augie’ Bidlow: No, nobody is quite as barbaric as the well-to-do. Your Lucy had me figured out.

Augustus ‘Augie’ Bidlow: Miss Adair, I would give anything if you would erase that day from your mind.
Penance Adair: That’s not how it works.
Augustus ‘Augie’ Bidlow: No. No. Nor should it be.

Augustus ‘Augie’ Bidlow: Remember my transgressions, so that I may re-earn your trust honestly, over time. If we are to be acquainted, I shall endeavor… No, no, no, no! Damn acquaintance. Acquaintance is exhausting. I just, I want to be your friend, Miss Adair. I want to become your friend.

Penance Adair: Do you think your sister did the murder then?
Augustus ‘Augie’ Bidlow: What?

Annie Carbey: Just keep your head down.
Nimble: Never have, never will.

Lord Massen: You think that I had something to do with your friend’s death.
Amalia True: Did you? It would save me such a lot of time.
Lord Massen: I’m going to have to disappoint you, I’m afraid. No one at the club is vying for credit either, though I will keep an ear out.

Amalia True: Whoever did have Mary Brighton killed was making a public statement.
Lord Massen: Like stepping on stage and murdering six people.
Amalia True: A different message.
Lord Massen: The same messenger.

Amalia True: You’ll take the part of the mastermind behind Mary’s death.
Lord Massen: And you’ll be the irate inspector?
Amalia True: I’ll be Mary. Why would you want me dead?
Lord Massen: I doubt that I do. I’m not entirely clear what your “turn” is. A beacon of some sort? Anyway, benign, and you’re an inoffensive woman. No history of radicalism, I assume.

Amalia True: So why me? Why not kill that widow, Mrs. True? She’s a willful creature, and the leader of this motley coven.
Lord Massen: Which means she must have enemies. Her death might be tragic, but perhaps not unexpected. You, on the other hand, are a pure and blameless woman.
Amalia True: And all in white, no less. A statuesque beauty with a mass of auburn hair, and great shining eyes. Christ, I’m not just a beacon. I genuinely resemble a lighthouse.

Amalia True: It isn’t just a warning. It’s about hope. It’s about pulling the heart out of the orphans.
Lord Massen: I would think so. In fact, I would say, Miss Brighton, that you are a casualty of war.
Amalia True: So we’re at war.

Lord Massen: If I am your killer revealed, behold the lion, Great Britain. An empire unparalleled, and unmerciful in its self-preservation.
Amalia True: My enemy is England. Well, that narrows it down. Thank God I came.
Lord Massen: I said your killer. Your enemy, Miss Brighton, is the scum who caused this plague, the fools who call it power, and the woman who should have known what would happen to you in that park. Unless, of course, she did.

Horatio Cousens: [referring to Massen] So he confessed without confessing.
Amalia True: It was honestly impressive.

Amalia True: [referring to Massen] Even if he gave the order, he’s part of something much bigger. Pull out one piece, it would be replaced in a day.
Amalia True: [as Penance looks at her disapprovingly] And damn it, it’s wrong. He’s a human being who’s alive, damn it.

Annie Carbey:  We still need a response. If we let murder slide, it will only slide down. Whatever’s next will be worse.
Horatio Cousens: Even I know that’s true.

Frank Mundi: What do you want?
Maladie: I want everyone to stop lying. Can you see to that?
Frank Mundi: I will try.
Maladie: I have to think about my reputation. Things never come back when they go away.

Amalia True: Christ, it was all already there. The questions, the absences, the money you swore you didn’t steal, so we’d assume you did.
Lucy Best: I figured that’d get a bit tired.
Amalia True: You clean my study, but you can’t make your own bed. I am such an idiot.

Lucy Best: What do you want, True?
Amalia True: I want it to be someone else!

Amalia True: You were the first woman, the first woman to walk through those doors! The one I could lean on instead of protecting, that understood the world the way that I do.
Lucy Best: You don’t know f*** about the world. All your war stories. You don’t know which war. Oh, oh, it’s awful. Because you’ve left bodies on the field, and you’re all damaged.

Lucy Best: It’s been three years since I’ve touched another person. And Massen, he says he’ll find a cure.
Amalia True: Of course he tells you that.
Lucy Best: And what are you telling us? A better world? How many of your precious orphans would be lining up to be free of your better world if they had half a chance?

Amalia True: It wasn’t supposed to be like this. I don’t know what happened.
Lucy Best: How do you know how it’s supposed to be? Did you do this? Did you make this nightmare?
Amalia True: I just got left behind.
Lucy Best: Of course you got left behind. What good are you? You, a leader?

Amalia True: Your boss told me today that we’re at war. I didn’t start it. I didn’t even volunteer. But he’s right. I hope he told you what happens to spies during wartime.
Lucy Best: Is that what this is? There’s rules of engagement. And not just you needing to take your failure out on someone.

Lucy Best: [as Amalia pulls out her gun] You think Penance will forgive you for this? You think Mary would?
Amalia True: And that’s where you lose me.

Maladie: This wasn’t the plan. Well, it was your plan, wasn’t it? I’m just your instrument. I’ve always been your instrument. Why won’t you play me? Why?

Amalia True: She said I had no idea what anyone is going through here. I hate that she’s right. But I can’t get close to them. Lucy’s proof of that.

Amalia True: [to Penance] You are the strangest person I’ve ever met. It’s why you’re the one I trust.

Penance Adair: Augie Bidlow’s Touched. Birds. He sort of controls them.
Amalia True: I’ll be damned. Do you think that’s why Lavinia took up the cause?
Penance Adair: He’s certain she doesn’t know. I think he’s afraid to tell her.
Amalia True: But he’s not afraid to tell you.

Amalia True: What did she say?
Harriet Kaur: [translating Mary’s son] She said, “You’re not alone.”
Amalia True: Well, I think we could all feel that.
Harriet Kaur: You, Mrs. True. She said it to you.

Harriet Kaur: [translating Mary’s son] She said to everyone, all of us, to gather, and protect each other. Because of the dark.

Harriet Kaur: Those aren’t Mary’s words, are they? That was someone else talking through her.
Penance Adair: That’s right.
Harriet Kaur: Then who? Who do we need to find?

Lavinia Bidlow: Our hopes for a cure were childish. Its power grows by the day. There’s a fever spreading through London. Do you forget we’re on the eve of a public execution? You think that’s coincidence?
Dr. Edmund Hague: I think it’s justice. When we hang someone in America, we watch.

Dr. Edmund Hague: Maladie killed great men of my profession. Friends. I may seem all numbers, but I am still a man. I am still capable of rage. Of pettiness, and hope. The two of us have been more exposed down here than anyone, but your moral compass hasn’t fluttered. I’m still capable. Neither of us has sprouted wings. This creature isn’t all-powerful. If Satan himself is in there, I doubt he’s a match for Lavinia Bidlow.

Lavinia Bidlow: We’re taking a terrible risk. It means to destroy us.
Dr. Edmund Hague: If we’ve lost hope, it already has.

Annie Carbey: Ah, so you liked it? Telling all to Desirée. Of course you did. You are so predictable.
Nimble: Hey, it’s Mrs. True’s orders. And talking to Desirée, baring the soul, among other things, it takes a weight off. Among other things.

Nimble: Men. We truly are the unfairer sex.

Harriet Kaur: They’re hanging Maladie for being Touched.

Effie Boyle (Maladie): You don’t want this hanging either.
Frank Mundi: No, I want order. I want the wicked punished and the good protected.
Effie Boyle (Maladie): Then do something besides sitting at your desk ogling the Touched women.

Effie Boyle (Maladie): I’m the only one showing the human side of the Touched. Mundi, people can print whatever they want. I am still in favor of the truth.

Lavinia Bidlow: Why don’t they just bring guns and shoot her themselves?
Male Diner: We are not murderers, madam.
Lavinia Bidlow: No, you just like to watch. At least Maladie has a work ethic.

Lavinia Bidlow: Yes, the more barbaric we humans are to each other, the more we pamper our pets.
Augustus ‘Augie’ Bidlow: Or maybe the more we need them.

Hugo Swan: He’s pressing charges. This is insane!
Frank Mundi: Lord Humphries was badly burned.
Hugo Swan: Bertie Humphries is a bully, and a coward, and he wasn’t burned, he was frozen. And he was frozen because he will not hear the words, “Don’t touch!”

Hugo Swan: What a strange fate. We’ve become men with offices.
Frank Mundi: Yeah. It’s like looking in a mirror.

Frank Mundi: You ain’t a man with an office. You’re a pimp with a gimmick, and you’re playing with fire.
Hugo Swan: Again, it wasn’t fire…
Frank Mundi: It was someone’s life!

Frank Mundi: [to Hugo] Tomorrow, we are going to kill a woman for the public’s entertainment. Because that’s what London is now. It is Jack the f***ing Ripper grown into a whole city. You’re in entertainment. You should come. Get in the dirt, smell the blood. Then you’ll know what’s on your hands.

Hugo Swan: Frank, why did you take a job you hate?
Frank Mundi: Because I work with the people who love it.

Effie Boyle (Maladie): Oh, I’m not after your story.
Hugo Swan: But you are after something.
Effie Boyle (Maladie): Something you can’t get me.
Hugo Swan: So it’s a challenge, is it?
Effie Boyle (Maladie): You’d like that.
Hugo Swan: I’d like it more over a plate of oysters at Pegini’s.
Effie Boyle (Maladie): We’re both much too busy to spend the afternoon seeing who gets to use who, but there is something you can do for me.

Penance Adair: That bird seemed awful keen on my ablutions.
Augustus ‘Augie’ Bidlow: Well, I mean, it’s a bird. I didn’t even know you were bathing, and that was a redwing, anyway. They never listen to a word, I think.

Penance Adair: It’s just, the madness of all this. It’s as though sin is in bloom. People doing what they oughtn’t, or doing nothing. It’s like we’re being tested, but it’s that dream where the test’s over, and you’ve not found your pencils.

Penance Adair: But you’re telling me the truth?
Augustus ‘Augie’ Bidlow: I would never betray your trust.
Penance Adair: Wouldn’t sneak a quick glance at what a husband’s meant to see?
Augustus ‘Augie’ Bidlow: Never.
Penance Adair: Well, is my naked frame a source of dullness then?

Declan Orrun: You mustn’t rush, my sprouts. It ain’t a hanging if she don’t swing.

Declan Orrun: If I ever crash, I like a nice fat horse in front of me to take the brunt.

Declan Orrun: What the f*** do you want?
Lord Massen: I want London under control.
Declan Orrun: Meaning yours.
Lord Massen: Meaning not overrun by monsters.

Declan Orrun: [to Massen] There’s nothing natural about order, Gilly. There’s chaos. Savagery. And then there’s men like us, who carve out just enough order to make ourselves absolutely necessary. You didn’t come here because you’re afraid of the pretty ladies. You just get ugly men to murder them.

Lord Massen: We have a common enemy. Someone, some group, is rewriting the rules of reality. If we don’t find a way to control it…
Declan Orrun: You know why they call me the Beggar King? Hmm? Because I had f***-all, and men followed me anyway. The Touched are going to change things. So did the f***ing longbow. I’ll adapt.

Lord Massen: [to Declan] It’s become apparent to me that if London is going to be saved from chaos, it needs to see chaos. What I want from you is just enough.

Penance Adair: [referring to Amalia killing Lucy] No, you would never.
Amalia True: No, I would. I wanted to. That’s how you know I didn’t. And, yes, I miss Lucy too.

Penance Adair: Well, what about forgiveness? I mean, forgiveness still exists in the world, doesn’t it? Or did we come up with a cure? Was kindness just germs all along?

Penance Adair: It’s just, I always say that I won’t make weapons. But most of my gimcracks, they could kill someone in the wrong circumstances.
Amalia True: So could a candlestick. A pail of water.
Penance Adair: They’re violent things, my engines. Sometimes energy itself, it just seems relentless.

Amalia True: How did you sleep?
Penance Adair: Standing up, with my eyes open. And working. I didn’t sleep.

Amalia True: This is the legal execution of a genuine threat who is also violently unhappy.
Penance Adair: So it’s a mercy killing.
Amalia True: Sometimes it’s a mercy.
Penance Adair: But this time it’s a lynching. For them to crow at, and for us to expect. It’s a noose in a row of nooses, next to a row of nooses.

Amalia True: If you get hurt, and you will get hurt…
Penance Adair: Oh, yes. Because I know, I’m a child. I’ve not been in battle. I’ve not killed and eaten a dozen fierce men.
Amalia True: I also haven’t.

Penance Adair: But I am in the world. I am a part of God’s world. And I don’t believe He means for us to go backwards, killing each other for sport.
Amalia True: We’ll go save a dozen people tomorrow. Children.
Penance Adair: That’s not the point.
Amalia True: Kittens?

Penance Adair: Something inside me broke. It snapped like a rib, True, and it hurts. I will not live with the thought that I ignored that sign.

Amalia True: There are things you can’t come back from.
Penance Adair: That’s a theory you’re awful anxious not to test.

Penance Adair: It’s about the girls. All of them, in here and all out there. Not just their safety. It’s about how they see the world. A part of them breaks, or goes quiet for always when the world turns beastly. When we just let it.

Amalia True: The future of the world depends on what I’m doing.
Penance Adair: The future of the world depends on the present. Isn’t that why you’re here?
Amalia True: I don’t know why I’m here. I don’t know how it got this far, or what I’m doing next. I know what I’m not doing. I’m not mistaking my pain for an idea.

Penance Adair: I’m going to the square to stop that hanging. I’m going to save Maladie. That’s mad, right? Acting like she’s still a child of God. Well, we all are. We all have a soul, no matter what viciousness people are spewing. I am going to pluck Maladie right from out their bigoted claws, and let the world see that the Touched are not here to be slaughtered for show. I have practiced saying this, and I feel sweaty!

Annie Carbey: [to Penance] I always assumed Maladie had a plan to escape. Never guessed it was you.

Lord Massen: Developed a taste for blood, have you?
Hugo Swan: Blood, yes. Just not blue.

Penance Adair: [after Maladie seemingly hangs herself] She didn’t want to be rescued.
Frank Mundi: No. She wanted people to see. An audience. She’s going to kill us. Everyone who came to see her die.

General Pecking: What the hell’s happening?
Lord Massen: F***ing electricity.

Penance Adair: Go alright?
Amalia True: [nods] You?
Penance Adair: It was a riot.

Knitter: There’s still time. Nobody has to die.
Stripe: Yeah. Feel like someone’s going to.

Knitter: You know what? You win.
Stripe: What did I win?
Knitter: Whatever you want. Whatever’s here that’s going to make you step up and give a s**t.

Stripe: [referring the Galanthi] Why didn’t they come before? What about the five billion people that your great rainosaurs came too late to save?
Knitter: They’re not gods.
Stripe: Then stop praying to them.

Knitter: Can you do one thing for me? Can you just hope that we make it right? I’m not afraid to fight, if that’s what it takes. But it has to be for a purpose. It has to matter. To you.
Stripe: You don’t get to ask that.
Knitter: I just did.
Stripe: No. You cannot.

Stripe: I am not going to die waiting on a savior.
Knitter: You’re just really insistent that we have to die.
Stripe: Because this close is where we always end up. It’s where we all fold. This close, change is too scary, even for the people who fight for it.

Knitter: I’ve done things that you can’t imagine. And the spores, they didn’t make me brilliant, or brainwashed. They were a question. And it turns out that nothing will crack this world harder than one gentle question. So, yes. I hope, for a better world.

Knitter: [to Stripe] You were right. It was always going to end like this.

Stripe: [as Knitter is dying] The Galanthi is going back for help. Believe me, okay? I believe there’s hope. Please hope.

Gert: It’s Varnum you’re mooning over. He’s not got the money to marry. Has he even said he would if he could?
Amalia True: He’s made no kind of promise.
Gert: I like him the better for that. You’ve got to be thinking of your future, Molly. Your real future. Not the one that’s in your head.

Gert: [referring to Varnum, after Amalia’s married Thomas] Asked after you.
Amalia True: After me?
Gert: Invited us all to attend his housewarming, sweet boy. Of course his wife’s seven months in, and a barren woman’s bad luck in an expectant home, so I just thanked him for you. That’s the man you should have gone after. I always said.

Amalia True: Well, God makes His plans, so here we are.
Dr. Campbell: Sometimes it feels like God made His plans long before He met us.

Amalia True: [after she commits suicide and Strip finds herself in her body] What are the f***ing rules? Because this “Christmas Carol” crap is so specific to my three-term focus.
Matron: [slaps her twice] You will keep a civil tongue in this house. You will be meek and grateful to God that you have been delivered from your own sinful act.
Amalia True: And now I know the rules.

Amalia True: [to Maladie] You know, Sarah, a friend’s the one you trust to trust you back.

Amalia True: I’m a Stripe. I go, and I do. And no one said “go”. I got no mission. I should be dead. Why aren’t I dead? Why are my hands so tiny?

Mrs. Hundley: I highly doubt the Lord Himself presented to you as a great light.
Maladie: I know what I saw.
Mrs. Hundley: You’re an unreliable witness, my dear. You’re in an asylum.
Amalia True: So are you.

Horatio Cousens: You seem to have avoided infection, despite the Thames best efforts.
Amalia True: Believe it or not, I’ve been in worse.

Horatio Cousens: Are you from America?
Amalia True: South Coast Canada. Or, yes. Or, no. I’m a baker.

Amalia True: Has there been anything about a light in the sky, from the day I ended up here? Someone saw, or in the news?
Horatio Cousens: Is that why you went in the river? A light?
Amalia True: No, I think it’s why I came out. Has anyone been better? Smart, or compassionate, or… You know what? Never mind. I sound like I belong in this place.

Horatio Cousens: [referring to his own powers] Aliens from the future gave us magic powers. It was staring me in the face.
Amalia True: Well, you’ve seen ailments you can’t explain last few weeks, yeah?
Horatio Cousens: Here in the ward, yes. But I’m not…
Amalia True: Insane?
Horatio Cousens: A woman.

Amalia True: The spores don’t affect everyone they hit. I never understood why. But they don’t normally cause random powers. There’s a pattern I’m missing.

Amalia True: Should I trust you? Do you think I’m insane?
Horatio Cousens: Maybe. Maybe your alien was.

Amalia True: No one’s spored, empathically enhanced. There’s no one here to guide us. To say here’s what needs to change.

Amalia True: I was a mistake. A mean joke. I’m a Stripe. I’m not good. I’ve got issues you literally don’t have names for yet. I might be why the spores were s**t.

Amalia True: Why would it put me in this? Yeah, this doughy little frame. It’s perfect. I got world-class tits, but I can’t see over a chair.
Horatio Cousens: It’s a good frame. And nobody was using it.

Amalia True: I got to get out of this place.
Horatio Cousens: Then you might not want to say “f***” quite so often. And give me back my morphine.
Amalia True: F***!

Amalia True: You didn’t say anything, did you? About us, or the mission?
Maladie: You don’t have to ask me that. You’re the one I trust to trust me back.

Dr. Edmund Hague: Well, first of all, that you two may be among the Touched. That’s what they’re calling these people who’ve blossomed these last few months. Touched.
Maladie: They called me that already.

Dr. Edmund Hague: They tell me that you can see the future.
Amalia True: No, I feel it. Suddenly. Like I’m falling down. But I’m not. And then later, I do.

Lavinia Bidlow: You had every reason to expect a positive outcome from the hearing.
Amalia True: I had no reason to expect a positive outcome.
Lavinia Bidlow: Because of your “turn”? Did you see the coming rejection?

Amalia True: I practically run the place. For free. If you have any head for numbers, you can do the lack of maths.
Lavinia Bidlow: I have an extraordinary head for numbers. I also know that people will often do everything in their power to keep from getting the thing they want.

Horatio Cousens: [referring to the building] What do you think?
Amalia True: I think I am starting to like this body after all. Oh, the place. It’s dreary as f***. And it’s definitely filled with the angry ghosts of murdered children.

Horatio Cousens: [referring to the orphanage] Possible charges?
Amalia True: Some Irish girl. I think she builds things. Not Patience, but something weird. Sadness O’Religionface. I don’t know. God, I hope she drinks.

Horatio Cousens: I thought you were boasting before. But you might actually be the worst person for this job.
Amalia True: No, I’m going to be great. I’m going to bring us all harmony and peace.

Amalia True: [after finding the Galanthi] I told everyone you were going to save them. Save the world. That you’re hope. But you’re not. Not for Lucy. Not for Mary. And Sarah? What a team, you and me, except no you. No wisdom. No plan. Just people to leave behind, over, and over, and… I’m doing it now. I left Penance because you said, “Find me.” I left my heart to come talk to you. Talk to me!

Amalia True: [to the Galanthi] Why are you hiding? Why did it go so wrong? Was it me? Did my wreck of a brain cause all this s**t? I woke up in this world, in this body that I can’t fit into. Who is this? Who the f*** am I? You should have brought Knitter. She believed. And I took that from her. She died in despair. My despair. It should have been anyone else. Someone not broken. Someone taller.

Penance Adair: [Galanthi shows Amalia the future] It is upsetting. The future being so grim for everyone. But we’ll just change it all up.
Amalia True: You make it sound so simple.
Penance Adair: No. It’s work. It’s a life’s work. Like as not to drive us mad, or get us killed. And we’ll never know if we’d done enough, or done it right. But what in the world is as rare and nourishing as a life’s work? As I see it, God gave me a gift. And by way of recompense, He’s given me another.
Amalia True: Any idea what we do next?

Myrtle Haplisch: [Galanthi shows Amalia the future] Oh, Amalia. This is a long time from that little cave. This I will need you to forget.

Amalia True: I didn’t find out who our enemy is.
Penance Adair: But you found something out.
Amalia True: It’s time to tell them. Everything. The future. The Galanthi. The fight that’s coming.
Penance Adair: Feels right.

Amalia True: My name is Zephyr. Zephyr Alexis Navine.
Penance Adair: Well, I’m very pleased to meet you.
Amalia True: Me too.

Alina Starkov: It’s like home all over again.
Malyen Oretsev: Well, it wasn’t all bad. We learned some good life lessons back then.
Alina Starkov: Yeah? Care to share with the class?
Malyen Oretsev: One, don’t cry in public.
Alina Starkov: Hide your emotional breakdown for when you’re alone. Obviously.
Malyen Oretsev: Two, always carry a weapon on you.
Alina Starkov: Always.
Malyen Oretsev: There is a third, I just can’t remember what it is.

Dubrov: I would have made a killing on you. But, no, he refused to loan me any money, so.
Mikhael: That’s because you’re a child in a bigger child’s body.
Dubrov: You’re shorter than I am.

Malyen Oretsev: [mocking Bohdan] There’s nothing to fear. I will now be selecting names for what I call the “nightmare lottery”.

Rotty: Someone stole a DeKappel from a merch’s private residence last night.
Kaz Brekker: Is that so?
Rotty: It’s a painting. A landscape of Ravka. The Fold. Oil on parchment.
Kaz Brekker: I know who DeKappel is.
Rotty: Well, he don’t do nudes, so I never heard of him.

Inej Ghafa: [referring to Dreesen] He’s looking for a crew willing to cross the Fold into East Ravka and bring back something.
Kaz Brekker: The Fold? Well, of course, certain death pays a million.

Inej Ghafa: This one girl, Kesh, she has skill. She’s like me.
Kaz Brekker: I only invest in the one of a kind. She isn’t like you. No one is.

Inej Ghafa: What’s our move now?
Kaz Brekker: You’re the one of us who believes in a higher power. If we’re going to survive a round trip through the Fold, we’ll need a miracle or two.

Zoya: [to Mal] When I get nerves the night before, I like to have a good tumble with a stranger. Clears my head. That’s my remedy.

Zoya: [to Mal] You don’t seem like the type who does what they should.

Malyen Oretsev: [referring to the food he stole] I thought it would get me an invitation to jail, but it just got me an invitation to tumble with a Grisha.
Alina Starkov: You tumbled a Grisha?
Malyen Oretsev: No. No, I just flirted with her. Maybe she flirted with me.

Malyen Oretsev: Well, turns out they do need me, so.
Alina Starkov: So I could shoot you in the foot.
Malyen Oretsev: You’re a terrible shot.

Malyen Oretsev: [referring to the Fold] When I was young, I had nightmares about it. Going in. Finding my parents, still dead. Waiting for me.

Alina Starkov: If it goes wrong, come back. You’ve lost enough to it already.
Malyen Oretsev: I’ll find my way back to you. Promise.

Inej Ghafa: Have you ever put out fire by adding more fire?
Jesper Fahey: Then what’s the opposite then?
Inej Ghafa: A Sun Summoner.
Jesper Fahey: Alright, then, one of those.
Kaz Brekker: Doesn’t exist.
Inej Ghafa: Doesn’t exist yet.

Inej Ghafa: We can let this one go, Kaz.
Jesper Fahey: Sounds like a trap anyway.
Kaz Brekker: A trap would sound easy. This is something else.

Kaz Brekker: You don’t bring in a Heartrender, unless you need an answer out of someone who isn’t willing to talk. That’s how we get this job before anyone else.

Pekka Rollins: So here’s the deal. Work for me, give over this dump, and the Orchid, then I’ll give you ten percent of whatever business comes in.
Oncle Bart: That’s a s**t deal. I already get a hundred percent.
Pekka Rollins: Yeah, okay. The other option is, I’ll carve you up, and leave you in a barrel for the rats. So, how about ten?

Mikhael: Cheer up, Dubrov. The Black General’s here to save the day.
Dubrov: Oh, is he going to tear down the Fold?
Mikhael: No, I was being sarcastic.
Dubrov: Oh.
Mikhael: He’s a Grisha, not a miracle-worker.

Malyen Oretsev: [to Alina] I’ll be back before you know it.
Alexei: And I’ll be here the whole time. Me and the cartographers, I mean.

Alina Starkov: We’ve been assigned with you.
Malyen Oretsev: No. Turn around right now.
Alina Starkov: Orders are orders.
Malyen Oretsev: I could shoot you in the foot.
Alina Starkov: I like my feet, thank you.

Raisa: Why are you here if we’re supposed to keep things dark?
Polina the Inferni: For when the dark comes to keep you.

Dreesen: [as Kaz and his gang enters] One look and I can tell. Criminals.

Kaz Brekker: No businessman worth his salt bargains for what he can take.

Milana: Tell me what happened in the Fold. What saved you?
Alexei: You won’t believe me, but it was a Sun Summoner.

Dreesen: [referring to the Sun Sommoner] Who was it?
Alexei: If I tell you, you’ll set me free?
Dreesen: You have my word. I’ll set you free. You’re in Ketterdam now, Alexei. You can go anywhere in the world from here. Just imagine. Come on.
Alexei: Her name is Alina Starkov.

Alexei: You’ll set me free now?
Dreesen: Thank you. Of course.
[turns, shoots and kills him]

Dreesen: You have until sunrise, then your ship will have sailed, Mr. Brekker. The prize is one million kruge. Now bring me Alina Starkov.

Malyen Oretsev: [referring to Alina] She’s in trouble.
Army Doctor: How so?
Malyen Oretsev: Because she isn’t Grisha. When they realize their mistake, what do you think they’ll do to her?
Army Doctor: How are you so sure?
Malyen Oretsev: Because I know her better than anyone else does.

Pekka Rollins: You can do nothing, walk away from it. I’ll tell Dreesen I’m taking over for you. Then we’re even.
Kaz Brekker: Not even close.
Pekka Rollins: Hang on. The other option is, I’ll cave your head in with your own cane, and dump you in the harbor. That first option seems better now, don’t it?
Kaz Brekker: Tell me, have we ever made a deal before?
Pekka Rollins: You and me? No. Otherwise you’d know better. Or you’d be dead.

Inej Ghafa: [referring to Kaz] He’s obsessed with taking down Pekka Rollins.
Jesper Fahey: Well, of course he’s obsessed with the one villain in town who’s taken out the stadwatch to get away with literal murder.

Kaz Brekker: Never make decisions out of fear, Jesper. Only out of spite.
Jesper Fahey: Well, greed always worked for me.

Alina Starkov: There’s been a mistake. I need to find Mal.
Ivan: The general does not make mistakes. His orders were to get you to Little Palace immediately. Now get in the coach.
Alina Starkov: Everyone makes mistakes. Look at me. Do I look important to you?
Ivan: You look like trouble. Which is nearly the same.

Inej Ghafa: I need you to kill a man for me.
Jesper Fahey: Oh. Why me? But you’ve got as many knives as I’ve got teeth.
Inej Ghafa: You know why.
Jesper Fahey: Yeah. But how is getting me to do it any different from you doing it?

Fedyor: You’re a very special girl, so how has no one looked twice at you before?
Alina Starkov: Are you joking? Maybe it’s nicer inside the walls of the Little Palace, but out here, when you’re different, when you look different, everything is at risk of becoming a fight.

Ivan: Do you know why the Little Palace has walls in the first place? Because for years, being Grisha was a death sentence. At least now, thanks to General Kirigan, we’re protected. Feared. And that’s how we survive. Not by being overlooked, but by making them look, and knowing you’re powerful.
Alina Starkov: I’ve survived long enough without your protection. Thank you.
Fedyor: But you wouldn’t last a minute now that you are you.

Alina Starkov: I get it. The whole country wants to see the Fold gone.
Fedyor: But it’s bigger than that. You are hope for the country, yes, but a myth come true for a Grisha. It was a Grisha who created the Fold. If a Grisha destroys it, maybe we wouldn’t need those high walls to protect us anymore.

Alina Starkov: [as she’s about to be killed] No! Please! I’m not Grisha! I’m a mapmaker!
Druskelle: [in Fjerdan] What you are is a witch.

Kaz Brekker: Jesper, you ask for an explosives expert on every job.
Jesper Fahey: Yeah, because I don’t want to be the one you point to, and say, “Explode something for us.” That is not a Jesper talent. I shoot things with style. And I look good. Just play to my strengths, boss.

Kaz Brekker: I go to Heleen now and ask for her buyout, she knows I need Inej, and sets a price I can’t pay.
Jesper Fahey: That’s evil. Well, how do you know that?
Kaz Brekker: It’s what I would do. Besides, Inej refuses to kill. Would you trust her in a matter of life and death?
Jesper Fahey: Well, I’ve trusted her so far, and I’m still alive. So, yeah.

Jesper Fahey: The bouncers will know you on sight.
Kaz Brekker: That’s why I brought you. Make sure they don’t see me.
Jesper Fahey: Handsome decoy is also not a Jesper talent.

Alina Starkov: What happened back there?
General Kirigan: Druskelle. Elite members of the Fjerdan military, trained to infiltrate deep behind our lines and kill or kidnap Grisha.
Alina Starkov: I meant how you sliced one of them in half from a dozen paces.
General Kirigan: Would you rather I’d used a sword?
Alina Starkov: I don’t know.

General Kirigan: There is matter to everything. Even air. Or shadow. Too small to see. The Cut is something a Summoner can do, but it requires tremendous skill. And I would only use it as a last resort. Like and ambush.

Alina Starkov: Is this my life now? Hunted wherever I go.
General Kirigan: You get used to it.

General Kirigan: That’s why I’m traveling with you.
Alina Starkov: They’re that scared of you?
General Kirigan: I think they’re more scared of you.
Alina Starkov: Why?
General Kirigan: What your power means to us. You may well be the first of your kind, but we’ve always had a name for you. For what we hope you can do. Enter the Fold. Destroy it from within.

Alina Starkov: I don’t want any of this. Why can’t you get rid of it?
General Kirigan: Do you think I haven’t tried, Miss Starkov? If I enter the Fold, I’m a beacon for the volcra. All I can do is make it worse.

General Kirigan: You would give up your gift?
Alina Starkov: Gift? You dragged me away from my only friends, and now, according to you, I’m going to be a target for the rest of my life. You want to know why you’ve never found someone with this power? Maybe it’s because they don’t want to be found!

Alina Starkov: [referring to why she wasn’t tested as a child] We hid. We were different enough already. Didn’t want to be even more alone.
General Kirigan: You are Grisha. You are not alone.

Lieutenant Bohdan: [referring to Alina] Let those fancy folk handle her. Until they decide she’s a fraud and put her head on a spike. I’m not wasting time, or men on it.
Malyen Oretsev: Until a few hours ago, she was one of your own. And you would turn your back on her so quickly? And they won’t kill her. She’s real. I saw it.
Lieutenant Bohdan: All I know is she’s not worth the risk until the King tells me so.
Malyen Oretsev: She’s worth it, sir.

Lieutenant Bohdan: When I was drafted, my sergeant schooled us about Grisha. He said we would win this war because one of them was worth fifty of us. Then the revolver pistol came in from the west, and I was told a Grisha was worth two dozen soldiers. When I lost half my company to the Fjerdans with a repeating rifle, and one in ten of our casualties was Grisha, they said, it was an acceptable ratio. How long before they are just as useless as the rest of us?

Arken: [as Inej is about to kill him] What amount of prayer can forgive murder?
Inej Ghafa: Ask the Saints for me.

Inej Ghafa: [referring to the Conductor] You choose him over my freedom?
Kaz Brekker: You assume it’s one or the other.

Alina Starkov: Am I a prisoner?
General Kirigan: All of Ravka is. Until you and I have banished the Fold.
Alina Starkov: So no pressure.

Malyen Oretsev: Mikhael, Dubrov, what are you doing?
Mikhael: Keeping a friend from making a mistake.
Malyen Oretsev: It’s not a mistake, she’s in danger.

Mikhael: Look, you want into the palace? Be a hero. Get a medal. That will get you invited.
Malyen Oretsev: Right. Fine, I’ll stay. But only for you.
Mikhael: Yeah. Sure. It has nothing to do with the getting hanged or killed part.

Dubrov: I don’t get it. She kept her power a secret from him. Isn’t he mad at her?
Mikhael: We’re all fools, Dubrov. And when our closest friend is in trouble, we do foolish things.

Kaz Brekker: I’m taking her. And when we return, I’ll have the buyout to clear the books. Until then, this is my collateral.
Tante Heleen: What do you have that could possibly be enough? The Crow Club? Well, I stand corrected. Inej is yours to lose now. It’s all yours to lose.

Kaz Brekker: Most Grisha grew up in the Little Palace. Very few would betray their general, and fewer still would help foreigners kidnap their most prized possession.
Arken: Nina’s a radical. Thinks Grisha should get to choose if they serve the Crown. She despises involuntary service more than she does Fjerdans.

Arken: [after Nina’s been captured] This seems like a reasonable juncture to abandon this whole Sun Summoner plan.
Kaz Brekker: Abandon? We’re in this now. And I know what a million kruge means to me. What does it mean to you?
Inej Ghafa: Freedom.
Jesper Fahey: Fun. Like, at least a few months.
Arken: Retirement.
Kaz Brekker: Right, so we press on.

Genya Safin: No one can see you until King Pyotr does.
Alina Starkov: It’s just as well. This outfit is ridiculous.
Genya Safin: Sadly, this is how the King sees the First Army. He cares little for mud, blood, or sacrifice.

General Kirigan: How was your rest?
Alina Starkov: Restless.

General Kirigan: It’s not magic. It’s science. Or rather, Small Science. We do not conjure from nothing. We manipulate that which already exists around us.
Alina Starkov: You make it sound so easy.
General Kirigan: A bird makes flight look easy. But it was born to do so.
Alina Starkov: When it’s ready.
General Kirigan: So, be ready.

Alina Starkov: You’re asking me to do something I didn’t even know I could do three days ago.
General Kirigan: Do you believe I brought you here to make a fool of you? To make a fool of both of us? Just keep your focus on me, and you’ll be fine.

Alina Starkov: I thought you ruled the Grisha.
General Kirigan: I may lead the Second Army, but the King is still the King.

General Kirigan: She is Alina Starkov, the Sun Summoner, moya tsaritsa. She will change the future. Starting now.

General Kirigan: You were perfect.
Alina Starkov: I don’t know where it came from.
General Kirigan: It came from everywhere. Because you called upon it to come. Welcome home, Miss Starkov.

General Zlatan: It is time to accept that we need to break away from the old country. Now is the time to form our own country, to keep what we make, and what we earn, instead of sending it to the East.

Kaz Brekker: Hope is dangerous. It clouds your judgment. Pray, scream, do whatever you have to do to push this out of your mind and move on. We all have debts to pay.

Nina Zenik: So you’re taking us to Fjerda? To our deaths?
Matthias: To face trial, as our law demands.
Nina Zenik: How many Grisha are found innocent at your so-called trials? That’s right. None! Your trials are a sham! Just like you and your friends.

Jesper Fahey: I lost a little bit of the money. I lost all of the money. But I managed to steal twenty pounds of alabaster coal.
Arken: No, no, no, no. Sixteen pounds!
Jesper Fahey: Sixteen pounds of alabaster coal.

Kaz Brekker: [referring to the landmines] I thought you said they weren’t real.
Arken: I said nothing of the sort. I just said I put up the sign myself.

Botkin: [to Alina] All of Ravka’s foes want to kill you before you can destroy the Fold. It’s a great honor to have so many enemies.

Zoya: [a they are about to fight] Care to back down?
Alina Starkov: Not familiar with the concept.

Alina Starkov: [writing to Mal] I wish you were here. If you were, it wouldn’t feel so overwhelming. I’m dreaming about that Stag again. I know you’d laugh. Tell me it’s just a fable. But then again, so was the Sun Summoner. And yet, here I am.

The Apparat: You are well-read, aren’t you? Educated?
Alina Starkov: The headmistress where I grew up said because I didn’t possess any physical talent, I should possess knowledge.
The Apparat: Isn’t that lovely of her?

The Apparat: [referring to the Stag] They learned killing one of these beasts, and then melding a piece of it into their body would amplify their abilities. Sometimes the gain was minor, but with the right binding, the increase in power was astonishing.
Alina Starkov: They slaughter the animals to take this power?
The Apparat: Only the Grisha who takes that life can take that creature’s power.

The Apparat: [to Alina] Mostly the peasants hate the Grisha, but I think it is because the Grisha do not suffer. But you have suffered, haven’t you? I think you will suffer more.

Baghra: You don’t belong here?
Alina Starkov: I’m told that I do.
Baghra: You have to be told a thing to believe it?
Alina Starkov: Not always.

Baghra: Then what are you?
Alina Starkov: A Sun Summoner?
Baghra: And can you summon the sun without the general clutching your wrist? His blood and bones amplify other Grisha. Did you know that?
Alina Starkov: Human amplifiers don’t exist.
Baghra: You’re an expert on such things?

Baghra: Can you summon the power on your own?
Alina Starkov: I can’t.

Baghra: [to Alina] Everyone believes that you are the one. Come back when you believe it too.

Alina Starkov: [writing to Mal] I know I should be grateful. The clothes, the food, it’s beyond anything we’d imagined. And yet I wish I were with the First Army. In some moldy tent, drawing a world, where the Little Palace is just a bit of pencil on paper. Not real. None of it real. None of it bad.

Arken: Physics and engineering account for most of my success.
Inej Ghafa: And the rest?
Arken: What we might call divine intervention, and what others might call luck.

Alina Starkov: Is this some kind of punishment for you?
Taster Boy: This is a plum gig. I was so happy when the last taster died.

Jesper Fahey: This is how we die?
Arken: Jesper, grab the goat.
Jesper Fahey: I’m not throwing out the goat!
Arken: Grab the damn goat! It’s not bait. It’s for you! I need you to calm down. Hug the goat. Shut the hell up.

Alina Starkov: What I haven’t said in this letter, Mal, what I’ve been trying to write among all these scattered words is that I’m afraid. I’m scared, Mal. We grew up reading about a Saint who would one day perform a miracle of light, and solve our country’s problems, and we knew that was a lie. We knew that no stranger ever solved our problems for us. No great miracle was coming. That’s why we had each other. The world is hard and cruel. But we had each other, and that was enough. That was everything.

Alina Starkov: If Saints were once real, they’ve long since left us. Yet now, everyone is looking at me like I’m the answer. Like I’m the miracle the world has been waiting for. Or perhaps they know I’m a fraud. An imposter. I’m terrified. Of failure, or success. If I really do have this power, who am I? I would be everything we mocked and dismissed. A stranger to myself. And to you.

Alina Starkov: You once told me you were the most scared when you were lost. But getting lost can happen even when you know where you are. You told me about cardinal north. And true north. Cardinal north is a direction on a map. True north? True north is home. It is where you feel safe. And loved. You have always been my true north, Mal. And if I am to survive this, I need to be home again, with you.

Kaz Brekker: Make friends.
Arken: But that’s the hardest job.
Kaz Brekker: You managed to win us over, didn’t you?

General Kirigan: [as Alina look at her reflection] What do you see?
Alina Starkov: Someone’s version of me.
General Kirigan: Or perhaps the real you has finally emerged.

Alina Starkov: Training is good. Well, I think it’s going well. It’s hard to tell with Baghra sometimes, isn’t it?
General Kirigan: Always.

General Kirigan: When I was a boy, I used to run away and hide here. Once I realized that I was a descendant of the most hated Grisha in Ravka, I’d come here, throw a coin. Make a wish in the fountain. Same wish, over and over again. That I could be anyone else.

General Kirigan: I have devoted my life to undoing the great sin of my forebearer, but I am never seen as the solution. Only as a reminder of the problem. And they always need someone to blame.
Alina Starkov: That’s why you look at me like that, isn’t it? I’m your solution. Only, if I fail, they’ll turn on me. And I’ll be the brand new Heretic.
General Kirigan: If you believe anything, believe I will not let that happen.

General Kirigan: I shall be right by your side. You and I are going to change the world, Alina.

Malyen Oretsev: Dear Alina, this may be my last letter to you. This Stag has some connection to you, I don’t know how or why, but if tracking it down for your general is what will reunite us, then, I’ll see you soon.

Marie: One time, Baghra released a hive of bees on me.
Nadia: Worst part is, it worked.
Marie: It really did. I could summon at will after that.
Alina Starkov: Anyway, it doesn’t matter. Once Mal gets here, it will be better. He’s seen me through everything. He’ll know the right thing to say to get me through this. Hopefully.

Marie: [referring to Mal] Is he handsome? He is handsome, isn’t he? I can tell by the way you said his name.
Alina Starkov: It’s not like that.
Marie: Are you sure?

Kaz Brekker: May the Sun Summoner bless you.
Archivist: Oh, I’m not a believer.
Kaz Brekker: Well, truth be told, neither am I.

Mikhael: What’s that in your hand?
Dubrov: Nothing.
Mikhael: Did you pick up the Stag s**t, Dubrov?
Dubrov: In case we don’t find the actual Stag.

Malyen Oretsev: [writing to Alina] I’m not even sure why I bother to write this letter. I may never have a chance to send it. But I will find the Stag. It’s the one thing I can still give you. Maybe the only thing.

Matthias: Are your parents also Grisha?
Nina Zenik: Are your parents also slavers?
Matthias: Were you born a witch, or was that by choice?
Nina Zenik: Were you born a prick, or was it a choice?

Nina Zenik: What do they teach you? Aside from the fact that we’re evil, and should be burned at the stake?
Matthias: That you kill us. Every chance you get.
Nina Zenik: Because you want all Grisha dead!

Nina Zenik: Why am I even arguing with you? You’re not here to change your mind on anything. Only to make yourself feel better about sending me to my death.
Matthias: I feel nothing about you.
Nina Zenik: Well, I guess that makes you good at your job. And also a terrible person.
Matthias: Terrible? Says the one who uses magic to stop a man’s heart.

Nina Zenik: [referring to Kirigan] You’re pathetic. You come here with your sad little peace offering, when all you want is information on him?
Matthias: You want to eat.
Nina Zenik: I’d rather starve than be a traitor!

Inej Ghafa: As a friend once said, “If I can’t crack this, none of us are going anywhere.”

Alina Starkov: I think I need an amplifier. Something to boost my strength.
Baghra: You can’t light a doorway on your own.

Baghra: General Kirigan can’t be your crutch forever. And the use of amplifiers is a barbaric, lazy practice.
Alina Starkov: You could at least try to be encouraging.
Baghra: I’m not your mother. But I guess you’ll always be looking for one of those.

Young Alina: If it’s not the Grisha trying to separate us, it will be the war. We can’t hide forever, but we can run. Together.
Young Mal: Together.

Alina Starkov: [revealing how she got the scar on her hand] I knew the testers used sudden pain to detect Grisha power. But it wouldn’t show if I was already in pain. So I protected myself.

Alina Starkov: I wasn’t aware I was Grisha. I was just doing whatever I could to not be separated from Mal.
Baghra: You protected yourself by denying yourself.
Alina Starkov: He was bullied when he was alone. I wasn’t thinking of me. I was thinking of him. We planned to run away together.
Baghra: You had plans. Perhaps he never did, because where is he now?
Alina Starkov: I don’t know.
Baghra: Who are you holding back for then?

General Kirigan: I have been fighting this war alone for so long. I have buried so many good soldiers. Friends. The coffers are running dry, the noose tightens, and our own people are turning against Grisha, just as their kin once did.
Alina Starkov: [uses her light to calm him] You are not alone.
General Kirigan: I’ve been waiting a long time for you.

Mikhael: I think my little toe froze off in the night.
Dubrov: What’s worse? The frost or the Fold?
Mal, Mikhael: The Fold!

Malyen Oretsev: [writing to Alina] I keep writing to you as if these words could reach you before I do. But maybe what I’m doing is rehearsing what to say to you. What I should have said much sooner.

Baghra: Needing anyone else is weak.

Baghra: [after Alina summons the light by herself] Good girl. Now the work begins.

Malyen Oretsev: [writing to Alina] Truth is, when you lit up Kirigan’s tent, there was a sound. A high tone. I knew it was you. When we were kids, you’d hold my hand, and sometimes I’d hear it in the back of my head. It’s the middle of the night, but I’m awake. And as is Dubrov and his tiny bladder. Then I hear that sound again. Softly. Calling to me.

Genya Safin: You wanted to see me?
Alina Starkov: [referring to the scar on her hand] I need you to do something for me. Erase it.

Malyen Oretsev: Alina, if you get this letter, know that when I told you about true north, I was talking about you. You are my true north, and I can see my way to you now.

Inej Ghafa: [referring to the Sun Summoner] You think that’s what it is? Just a trick?
Jesper Fahey: Kaz thinks it’s a trick. He’s not usually wrong.
Inej Ghafa: I know what Kaz thinks. I’m asking what you think.
Jesper Fahey: Hey, I think that as long as we get paid, I don’t care if she’s real or not.

Fedyor: Genya! What were you two thinking?
Alina Starkov: It was my fault. I insisted.
Fedyor: [laughs] I’m sorry, I was just trying my Ivan impression. How did I do?
Genya Safin: A little too convincing.
Fedyor: Good. Intimidation is a useful tool.

Arken: [referring to the lodestone] You don’t want to keep it in your pocket for too long. Not if you’re intending on having children someday.

Alina Starkov: But I’m actually not that nervous. I may have considered throwing myself down the stairs to get out of it once or twice.
General Kirigan: Wouldn’t work. I have Healers.

Alina Starkov: I was nervous at first. But talking to Genya, I’ve realized what this demonstration represents. I’ve always felt like an outsider. Especially when I first got here. But now I finally feel like I belong. And not that I just belong here, but to something greater. That we can offer Grisha and Ravkans hope for the future.
General Kirigan: That means a lot to me, Alina. You mean a lot, to everyone.

General Kirigan: [after Alina kisses him] Not many people surprise me, Miss Starkov.

Jesper Fahey: The more I travel, the more I learn that where you are doesn’t matter nearly as much as who you’re with.
Dima: I like that. And what other wisdom have you learned on the road?
Jesper Fahey: That when there’s something you want, better to act without thinking than think without acting.

Jesper Fahey: I’m a terrible actor. But, I’m not against the occasional light role-play.

General Kirigan: Are you ready?
Alina Starkov: I think I am.
General Kirigan: You know who you are.
Alina Starkov: I do.
General Kirigan: And now it’s time to show the world.

General Kirigan: [as Alina is about to begin to display her power] Her name is Alina Starkov. And she will bring liberation to us all.

Dima: [after they’ve just had sex] That was…
Jesper Fahey: Yeah.
Dima: I mean…
Jesper Fahey: I know!

The Apparat: [to Alina] You have earned the pride you now wear.

The Apparat: I must say, Sol Koroleva, you are becoming quite dangerous.
Alina Starkov: I’m sorry?
The Apparat: You will become even more dangerous still. You have no idea how much larger a role you have to play, do you? The people are erecting altars to Sankta Alina.
Alina Starkov: Why would they do that?
The Apparat: Because there is something far greater than armies, something strong enough to topple kings and generals, to crumble nations, and birth empires. Faith, Alina.

Malyen Oretsev: You let me see her, I’ll tell you where the Stag is.
General Kirigan: Do you know how many claim to know the Sun Summoner? Try to get a meeting with her just to be in her presence?

General Kirigan: Tell me something only few about her would know. Something personal.
Malyen Oretsev: Like what?
General Kirigan: Like what’s her favorite flower? Or what kind of book…
Malyen Oretsev: Iris. Irises. Blue ones, not the white.

Genya Safin: [after Arken has mortaly wounded Marie, who’s disguised as Alina] I’m here, Marie.
Marie: Put me back. I don’t want to die with the wrong face on.

Olga: The general must have been overjoyed when you told him precisely where to find the Stag.
Malyen Oretsev: Not yet.
Olga: So he doesn’t yet know?
Malyen Oretsev: Where are you taking me?
Olga: Exactly where you need to go.

General Kirigan: [as he’s kissing Alina] Are you sure?

Baghra: [to Alina] I’m trying to save you from living the rest of your life as a slave.

Baghra: I’m trying to save you from Aleksander. He intends to expand the Fold and use it as a weapon. That’s what he created it for in the first place.
Alina Starkov: The Black Heretic created the Fold. Hundreds of years ago, and it was a mistake. Maybe you’re dehydrated from all the heat in your hut. He wanted me to train so I could get stronger.
Baghra: Did he? Or did he want you distracted by dreams of your future with him? Did he want you dependent on him, on his Fabrikator’s tricky little gloves?

Baghra: Child, Aleksander is the Black Heretic. He chose a nobleman’s name to hide after he made the Fold.
Alina Starkov: You’re lying.
Baghra: Look at me, girl.
Alina Starkov: [as Baghra summons the dark] You can… But only Kirigan’s bloodline… You’re his mother.

Baghra: My son tried creating his own army with merzost. He didn’t think about the people who lived there, what such power would do to them. Turned them into the twisted, evil things that attacked you.
Alina Starkov: The volcra were men.
Baghra: And women. Children. I warned him there’d be a price.

Baghra: [referring to Kirigan] He’s had many names, served many kings, faked countless deaths, waiting for you. With you at his command, he’ll be able to enter the Fold and weaponize it as he always planned. He’ll be unstoppable.

Baghra: [referring to Kirigan] He’s had centuries to master lying to naive girls. Did he tell you how lonely he was? Give you a glimpse of the wounded boy? He isn’t a boy at all. He is eternal. And you never stood a chance. Do you think this was just about you? He’s been obsessed with power, with hunting all of Morozova’s creatures. You nearly gave him the Stag. And I’m telling you, you must hide.

Alina Starkov: I won’t help him. I’ll fight back.
Baghra: You’re far from strong enough to face him. I thought I had more time to prepare you, but it’ll have to wait.

Pavel the Inferni: You’re like a wounded spider in my house. You know what my sister and I do to spiders?
Kaz Brekker: [as he knocks Pavel down] Unlike a spider, I only need one good leg. However, you look like you need both hands.

Inej Ghafa: [referring to Pavel] I killed him.
Kaz Brekker: Inej, look at me. Look at me. You saved my life. Now, get your Saint and let’s go.

General Kirigan: I always have hope, Mother. Even you can’t kill that.
Baghra: That isn’t hope. It’s greed. You would use Alina against the rest of the world.
General Kirigan: You mean against our enemies? Without me, there’s just her. Standing alone.
Baghra: She is all that matters now, not me. She is the future.

Kaz Brekker: We lost her.
Jesper Fahey: Did we?
Kaz Brekker: We don’t know where she is.
Jesper Fahey: Don’t we? Just ask.
Kaz Brekker: Jesper.
Jesper Fahey: [they get onto the carriage in which Alina is hiding]  Just ask. Just ask.
Kaz Brekker: Fine. Do we have a fix on where the target is?

General Kirigan: I’m not myself today.
Zoya: You used to call on me, on times like this.
General Kirigan: Did I?
Zoya: When your table was messy, and your bed was neat. I’d help you make it the other way around. You’d let yourself relax.
General Kirigan: I shall relax when I have Alina.

Matthias: [in Fjerdan] I am a witch hunter, and you are a witch. You are my prisoner.
Nina Zenik: That all depends on what side of the border we’re on, isn’t it?

Nina Zenik: Are all Druskelle so prudish?
Matthias: Are all Drusje so immodest?
Nina Zenik: I’m just trying to stay warm. You should join me. Unless you swam all those miles just to freeze to death in this hut.

Nina Zenik: [as Matthias is reluctantly undressing] I’m sorry to be the one to tell you, but I think you should know, there’s really nothing all that unique about Fjerdan men. You don’t have anything special. Nothing you need to hide. You’re just a man. Like all the others.

Matthias: Would you stop your wiggling?
Nina Zenik: You’re cold and clammy. It’s like lying next to a burly squid.
Matthias: You told me to get closer.

Matthias: What are you doing?
Nina Zenik: God, relax. I promise not to ravish you.
Matthias: I hate the way you talk.

Alina Starkov: So now I have your attention? It’s been months, Mal. You couldn’t even be bothered to reply to a single one of my letters.
Malyen Oretsev: What? I never heard a word from you, and I wrote to you nearly every single day.
Alina Starkov: Sure you did. What, long, heartfelt letters about your exploits with gorgeous Squallers?

Alina Starkov: Are you still afraid of Grisha women?
Malyen Oretsev: Only ones that keep secrets from me.

Malyen Oretsev: How long have you known?
Alina Starkov: That I was Grisha? You thought I knew?
Malyen Oretsev: You cheated on the test when we were children. You cut your own hand.
Alina Starkov: Not because I knew I was Grisha1 Because I knew what would happen if I somehow passed their test. They would have taken me away.
Malyen Oretsev: To a palace, Alina!
Alina Starkov: They would have split us up!

Malyen Oretsev: [to Alina] I’ve been trying to get back to you this whole time.

Alina Starkov: [as they embrace] Thank you for finding me.
Malyen Oretsev: Always. I’ll always find you.

Inej Ghafa: The job was to pick up a fake for an easy million kruge. We found a living Saint who can summon the sun.
Kaz Brekker: A good magician is a good con artist. The trick is to make it look real.
Inej Ghafa: This is different. You saw her summon with your own eyes.
Kaz Brekker: The best illusions are the most convincing. That’s the game.
Inej Ghafa: You can hide behind your cynicism, but I believe she’s the real thing.

Inej Ghafa: I won’t betray my faith.
Kaz Brekker: Pious as that may be, we cannot work effectively as a crew if you’re making decisions based on religious zeal.

Alina Starkov: Don’t be scared.
Malyen Oretsev: Your powers don’t scare me.
Alina Starkov: Is it me, then? Do I scare you?
Malyen Oretsev: No. Of course not. Why would you think that?
Alina Starkov: Because I’ve seen it. In your eyes.

Malyen Oretsev: I’m sorry that it took me this long to see you, Alina. But I see you now.

Nina Zenik: Relax. This isn’t where I have my way with you.
Matthias: I can’t wait to be back in my own bed.
Nina Zenik: Yeah, I can feel just how much you hate sleeping next to me.
Matthias: Why do you have to say things like that?
Nina Zenik: I like it when you turn red.

Matthias: You’re so lewd. It’s unseemly. Women in Fjerda are modest and pious.
Nina Zenik: Oh, so, you speak for all Fjerdan girls?
Matthias: Fjerdan women are caretakers. They’re venerated. And Fjerdan men are their protectors.
Nina Zenik: Now that sounds like a recipe for a lot of very unhappy people.

Nina Zenik: In Ravka, boys and girls train and fight together. Side by side. We don’t waste time on maidenly blushing.
Matthias: That is precisely why you will lose the war. It’s not natural for girls to fight.
Nina Zenik: No, it’s not natural for someone to be as stupid as he is tall. And yet, oh, there you stand.

Matthias: Fjerdan girls don’t want to fight.
Nina Zenik: Have you ever asked one?
Matthias: I don’t need to. It’s how Djel intends it.

Nina Zenik: I can’t wait until you get trounced by a girl.
Matthias: Not in this lifetime.
Nina Zenik: I’ll do it myself if I have to.
Nina Zenik: [as Matthias laughs] Saints, I didn’t know you could laugh.

Polina the Inferni: I will track you down, and kill everyone that you love, and then, you.
Inej Ghafa: In that case, I’ll take my knife back.
[she withdraws her knife from Polina’s chest]

Alina Starkov: We should head north. Find the Stag before he does.
Malyen Oretsev: What? Why?
Alina Starkov: It’s a powerful amplifier. It might make me strong enough to destroy the Fold.
Malyen Oretsev: Is that why General Kirigan wants it so badly?
Alina Starkov: It must have some other use for him.

Nina Zenik: Walking fast isn’t going to make us any less lost.
Matthias: I am not lost. Druskelle do not get lost. We are trained to endure and overcome these situations.

Nina Zenik: [to Matthias] Are you afraid you might start to like me? That’s it, isn’t it? You don’t want to like a Grisha. You’re scared that if you laugh at my jokes, or answer my questions, you might start to think that I’m human. Would that be so terrible?

Matthias: I do like you.
Nina Zenik: Is that so bad?
Matthias: Yes.
Nina Zenik: Why?
Matthias: Because you are horrible. You’re loud. And you’re lewd. And you’re treacherous. How do I know you’re not messing with my insides and making me feel like I like you? Brum warned us about how charming Drusje could be.
Nina Zenik: Oh, I see. I’m the wicked Grisha seductress. I beguile poor, innocent men with my Grisha wiles.

Matthias: [after he’s saves her life] Matthias Helvar.
Nina Zenik: Nina Zenik. It’s nice to make your acquaintance.

Malyen Oretsev: I don’t like putting you in harm’s way.
Alina Starkov: Since when have you backed down from a fight?
Malyen Oretsev: Since my new job. Bodyguard to a Saint.

Alina Starkov: What if there’s no real Saint here? It’s just me.
Malyen Oretsev: When I was eight, you defended me from boys three years older than you, with nothing more than a letter opener. Consider this payback.
Alina Starkov: Well, if I do anything particularly heroic, I’m going to need you there as a witness so you can write songs about me later.

Alina Starkov: That’s how he’s lived for so long.
Malyen Oretsev: Who?
Alina Starkov: Aleksander. He’ll hunt me down, and he’ll never stop. I’m the only threat to him now.

Alina Starkov: [referring to Kirigan] I made some stupid choices at the Little Palace. And he…
Malyen Oretsev: Hey, look, you don’t owe me an explanation. I just want to keep you safe.

General Kirigan: No ordinary tracker. No ordinary girl. Orphans of Keramzin. Reunited. Adorable. Miss Starkov is in the woods. She’s going after the Stag.

Kaz Brekker: Between our dwindling funds, lack of time, and conflicting interests, it’s time we cut our losses.
Jesper Fahey: I guess the B****rd misses the Barrel.

Inej Ghafa: [to Jesper as she’s stitching her wound] You can watch a bullet tear through a man, but a needle’s too much?

Inej Ghafa: I can’t go back. What?
Jesper Fahey: Well, I was going to tell you to trust Kaz, and that he’d never let you go back, but I don’t have the right to tell you what you should do with your shot at freedom.
Inej Ghafa: You make this a lot harder, you know.
Jesper Fahey: I know. I’d miss me too. I’m fantastic.

Alina Starkov: Mal, when we find the Stag, I need to be the one to kill it.
Malyen Oretsev: You’re a terrible shot. They made you a cartographer for a reason.

General Kirigan: [referring to Mal and the Stag] You can’t save them, Alina. You may have the power of light, but not the power to heal. I know the tracker is important to you. Give me the Stag, and I’ll have my Healer save him.
Malyen Oretsev: No!

Kaz Brekker: The Sun Summoner. You were right. She’s real. I played it over and over in my head. None of it’s a trick. The light was hers.
Inej Ghafa: So, what? Kaz Brekker finally believes in Saints?
Kaz Brekker: Hardly.
Inej Ghafa: But you just said that…
Kaz Brekker: I said Alina Starkov is a Grisha with the power to manipulate light. She’s a girl with a gift, not some savior of lore.

Inej Ghafa: Kaz, if not Saints, what do you believe in?
Kaz Brekker: Myself.
Inej Ghafa: Why did I even ask?
Kaz Brekker: And you. And Jesper. My Crows.
Inej Ghafa: Because we flock to your bidding? Like the animals of vengeance you named us after?
Kaz Brekker: Crows don’t just remember the faces of people who wronged them. They also remember those who were kind. They tell each other who to look after, and who to watch out for. No Saint ever watched over me. Not like you have.

Inej Ghafa: I can’t go back to the Menagerie.
Kaz Brekker: You won’t.

Alina Starkov: I didn’t kill the Stag. It’s not my amplifier. He killed it. He gets its power.
General Kirigan: You asked for this yourself, when we met. To transfer your gift to someone who could use it.
Alina Starkov: I can use it now

General Kirigan: You know so little. You’ll learn.
Alina Starkov: I know things. General Kirigan, is it? Or is Aleksander a fake name too?
General Kirigan: Careful with your words, Alina. Consider whose life is in your hands.
Alina Starkov: [referring to Mal] You said you’d let him go.
General Kirigan: I said I would heal him. What happens next is up to you.
Alina Starkov: None of this has been up to me!

General Kirigan: Do you know the only thing more powerful than you or me? The two of us. Together. Together, we can end all wars. We can protect our own. Is that not what you want?
Alina Starkov: Are we destroying the Fold?
General Kirigan: We can do anything. Together.

Alina Starkov: [a Kirigan summons her light] This is my power!
General Kirigan: But now I control it.

Kaz Brekker: “Jes”?
Jesper Fahey: It’s Suli, for friendship.
Inej Ghafa: No, it’s not.

Kaz Brekker: Trust me. Arken and I think alike.
Jesper Fahey: [suddenly Arken’s vehicle explodes]  Too soon to appreciate the irony, am I right? Yeah, too soon.

Alina Starkov: [referring to Kirigan] You were a spy for him.
Genya Safin: I tried to warn you. “Be careful of powerful men?”
Alina Starkov: You should have included devious women.

Alina Starkov: My letters to Mal, you never sent them.
Genya Safin: I had no choice.
Alina Starkov: Except that you did. And you chose to betray our friendship!

Genya Safin: Choosing friendship over survival was not a luxury I could afford.
Alina Starkov: I know what it means to be an outsider struggling to survive. And it’s no excuse.

Alina Starkov: The King deserves every bit of your vengeance. But Kirigan does not deserve your loyalty. He is just as responsible for your position.
Genya Safin: I am his soldier. We all are.
Alina Starkov: We are his pawns. Nothing more.

Inej Ghafa: So you’re not going to take another run at Alina? And you’re really willing to let a million kruge go?
Kaz Brekker: Jesper and I can’t do it without you.
Jesper Fahey: Been saying that since day one.
Kaz Brekker: And you’ve made your position perfectly clear.
Inej Ghafa: So all you want is to cross the Fold?
Kaz Brekker: Once we land in Novokribirsk, it’s your choice what you do next.

Malyen Oretsev: You come here to kill me off?
General Kirigan: No. How many times do I have to tell you people? I’m a man of my word.
Malyen Oretsev: And when does your word mean anything? Black Heretic. That’s right, I know who you are. And whatever you have planned for Alina, she won’t forgive you. And if you keep me alive, I will hunt you down, and I’ll claim the bounty the old King put on your head.

General Kirigan: Alina has strong feelings for you. And you for her. I read your letters. All these years, you never truly appreciated who she is. But it’s alright, because I do.
Malyen Oretsev: Oh, you have no chance, shadow man. Because I’m the one she chose.

General Kirigan: You are a child. And she is Grisha. Take away my shadows, and I still have something that you don’t. Patience. Alina may well take years to forgive me, but I can wait. Meanwhile, you will grow old. Your hair will gray. And she will remain ageless. Like me. And one day, maybe a year from now, maybe fifty, she’ll realize that she has only one equal. That there are no others like us. And that there never will be. I’m not going to kill you, Mal. I don’t need to. Time will do it for me.
Malyen Oretsev: You’ll wish you killed me here!

Jesper Fahey: [referring to the ID papers] No one is ever going to believe I’m that old.
Kaz Brekker: You tell yourself that.

Malyen Oretsev: [as he kisses the goat] Oh, you smell.

Alina Starkov: I’ve had enough of your lies.
General Kirigan: And what lies are those?
Alina Starkov: About the Black Heretic. You spun all this guilt around your burden, the sins of your father. There was no father. You created the Fold. You killed my friends. My parents. And now your perversion of power extends to me.

General Kirigan: How could you so easily believe the twisted words of that angry, old woman?
Alina Starkov: And who should I believe? You’ve been lying to me since the day I met you.
General Kirigan: Telling you half a story is not the same as lying.

General Kirigan: Continuing to serve such a king would make me a traitor to my country. And my conscience.
Alina Starkov: So then you’re a martyr?
General Kirigan: I would’ve thought you of all people would understand what it’s like. To live in hiding for fear of being murdered simply for being. It’s why I built the Little Palace in the first place. Everything that I have done, everything that I have ever done, has been to make Ravka safer, to make Grisha safer!

Alina Starkov: I could have made Grisha safe, but you never gave me a choice.
General Kirigan: Perhaps. But you have given me one. A chance to make amends. To finally win.

Alina Starkov: You put this collar on me to exploit my power for your gain!
General Kirigan: For us. To help us conquer the Fold together. You and me. You cannot do this on your own. And neither can I.
Alina Starkov: We could’ve had this. All of it. You could’ve made me your equal. Instead, you made me this. You don’t care who suffers, as long as you win.
General Kirigan: Fine. Make me your villain.

Jesper Fahey: [as he hands his ID paper over] I know. I look amazing for my age.
Captain Churik: Well, I thought you looked older.

Alina Starkov: This isn’t a good look for you. Everyone will see that I’m your prisoner.
General Kirigan: I doubt very much they’ll notice your feet.

Jesper Fahey: If I’m meant to die today, and either of you two survive, make sure I have an open casket.
Kaz Brekker: No one’s dying today. No mourners.
Inej Ghafa: No funerals.

Matthias: If I go, I could never go back to Fjerda. I would be court-martialed as a deserter.
Nina Zenik: I’d be branded a traitor to all Grisha. I know. It’s your whole life. I can’t take that away from you. But thank you for saving me.
Matthias: You did the same for me. And if we stayed together, I doubt it would be the last time. But I have only known two countries my whole life. Yours and mine.

Matthias: [referring to the Wandering Isle] They are infernally happy there.
Nina Zenik: Yeah, you’ll come to like being happy. You’ll never have to grow that damned Druskelle beard. I mean, you’re welcome to grow a beard, but only for the purposes of keeping me warm.
Matthias: I will keep you warm.

Nina Zenik: There’s a pub downstairs that serves hot meals. Maybe they have waffles.
Matthias: What are waffles?
Nina Zenik: I can’t wait to introduce you to my truest love.

Matthias: [referring to the waffles] Is this supposed to be sweet or savory?
Nina Zenik: Yes.

Nina Zenik: [referring to Matthias] He’s with me.
Fedyor: Your heart is pounding. Is it for him? For the enemy?
Nina Zenik: He’s changed.
Fedyor: They don’t change.

Kaz Brekker: [referring Kirigan] And I saw his face as he boarded. I know that look. He’s a man consumed with vengeance.
Jesper Fahey: See it enough in the mirror, do you?

Kaz Brekker: [referring to Alina] She’s the one keeping everyone safe in here. If we have control of her, then we call the shots. We need to threaten her life.
Mal, Inej: What?!

Kaz Brekker: [referring to Alina] Who’s in control of her?
Malyen Oretsev: The general I’m going to kill.
Kaz Brekker: Inej, give him his gun.
Malyen Oretsev: Why?
Kaz Brekker: Because if he isn’t with Kirigan’s crew, he’s with ours.

Alina Starkov: You have me. You have this. Destroy the Fold. You said we could.
General Kirigan: And why would we destroy the Fold? It’s the greatest weapon that we’ve got.

General Kirigan: You’ve seen what the Sun Summoner can do. Now bear witness to what I can do with her power.
Alina Starkov: Whatever it is you want me to do, I won’t do it.
General Kirigan: You’ve done your part. Now I shall do mine.
[he uses his power to expand the Fold engulfing the town on the other side]

Malyen Oretsev: The bold move is to strike now.
Kaz Brekker: And the smart one is to get clear of the damned Fold first.
Malyen Oretsev: I never said I was smart.

General Kirigan: With the power of the Sun Summoner at my command, I control the Fold. And its monsters. I can move it to any border I like. Engulf any harbor. Consume any city. Take what you have seen back to your home countries. Tell the Fjerdans. Tell the Shu Han. There will be no more war with Ravka. All countries will answer to us. For who would oppose us now?

Kaz Brekker: We wait!
Jesper Fahey: But the action’s up there.
Kaz Brekker: They have the advantage.
Jesper Fahey: Only because I’m not in the game.

General Kirigan: [as Ivan kills the passengers on the Skiff] Shame. I’ll have to give that speech again now.

General Kirigan: It’s just you and me now, Alina. And we are all we need, anyway.
Alina Starkov: You may have needed me, but I never needed you.
[uses the dagger to slice the object that bridges their powers out of Kirigan’s hand]

Alina Starkov: Your first words to me were, “What are you?” This is what I am.
General Kirigan: How do you claim such power? I am the one who killed the Stag.
Alina Starkov: I didn’t understand before, but I do now. You cannot claim what was not given to you. The Stag chose me.
General Kirigan: You chose to betray our people. I was trying to save us.

Jesper Fahey: [as he shoots Ivan] Still couldn’t shoot the pretty face. I’ve got to stop doing that.

General Kirigan: I’ve survived for centuries. Did you really think you could kill me?
Malyen Oretsev: I don’t have to kill you, Darkling. Your past will do it for me.

Malyen Oretsev: [as Alina becomes conscious] Don’t you dare say, “Meet me in the meadow.”

Inej Ghafa: I’ve never met a Saint before.
Alina Starkov: I’ve never been a Saint before.

Inej Ghafa: Wherever you are, whatever you need, my hand is yours.
Alina Starkov: I think I like that hand with a dagger in it.

Alina Starkov: So, will you still be trying to kidnap me?
Jesper Fahey: Of course not.
Kaz Brekker: Have you found religion too?
Jesper Fahey: No, it’s just, I’m exhausted. Besides, it’d be bad form to kidnap someone after they saved your life, wouldn’t it?

Alina Starkov: We’re worse off than we were before, Mal. Kirigan turned on his own people.
Malyen Oretsev: Okay. You’re not ready yet.
Alina Starkov: Neither were they.
Malyen Oretsev: That’s not your fault.
Alina Starkov: Who do you think the world will blame?
Malyen Oretsev: We’ll come back, I promise. You will tear it down. Just not today.

Kaz Brekker: It’s dangerous to go looking for the dead. What you see may haunt you for the rest of your days.
Zoya: Not going will haunt me more.

Zoya: The people will turn on Grisha again. You need to find new allies.
Alina Starkov: Then I’ll come back, and reclaim our country.

Zoya: I still don’t like you, but I’m grateful for you. So remember this. Saints become martyrs before they get to be heroes. So, stay alive.
Malyen Oretsev: They’ll have to get through me first.
Zoya: You need more than bullets and bravado to survive the people hunting you now.

Inej Ghafa: [referring to Alina] She needs my help more than you.
Kaz Brekker: But we do need you. I need you.
Inej Ghafa: I want to see the look on Heleen’s face when you clear the books. After that, we’ll see.

Matthias: [as he’s been held captive] This was just a cruel joke all along. To prove a point. To treat me as I treated you.
Nina Zenik: No. This was to save your life. They would have killed you. It was falling on the mercy of Kerch law, or certain death. I knew if I said you were a slaver, they would only arrest you.
Matthias: I am no slaver.

Nina Zenik: Trust me, please.
Matthias: You broke my trust.
Nina Zenik: No, I can fix this.
Matthias: You cannot fix this.

Jesper Fahey: We set out with a clear mission, a prize of a million kruge. And a new member on our crew. So, what did we learn? People with trains are evil. You can’t kidnap a human sunbeam. And maybe, just maybe, greed is a poor motivator. True wealth is the friends you make along the way.
Inej Ghafa: I just might be impressed.
Jesper Fahey: I’m talking of Milo, of course. But I won’t have my smelly friend when walking into Ketterdam.

Jesper Fahey: Tell me you have a plan. I don’t care if it’s a lie.
Kaz Brekker: I have a plan. And, just how this all started, we’re going to need a Heartrender.
Jesper Fahey: Milana?
Kaz Brekker: No. For this to work, it has to be someone neither of them know. Someone desperate for work, with loyalties only to us.

Nina Zenik: [overhearing that the Sun Saint is dead] Excuse me. Is what he said true?
Kaz Brekker: I don’t know if she’s dead. But she is a Saint.

Alina Starkov: Did he call us ghosts?
Malyen Oretsev: It also means survivors. But ghosts are what we’ll need to be for a while.

Malyen Oretsev: Zoya’s right. The whole world will be after you.
Alina Starkov: I know some people in this world who’d like those odds.

Alina Starkov: It’s you and me now, like old times.
Malyen Oretsev: I like those odds too.
Alina Starkov: And when I’m strong enough, we’ll come back. Together. And tear it down, now that the Darkling is dead.
[we then see Kirigan has survived and gets the Fold to follow him]