Extraits

“Do not cry for me, I am already dead."

"No, not dead, the dead at least are free.”

« Nous sommes d’un sang. »

Ah, little Cat, you are so fierce. You remind me of my fallen brothers. They, too, dreamt of justice, but for all their dreams they still fell to Madame Guillotine, and all who loved them hanged at Montfaucon » He reaches out a ruined hand and touches my cheek gently. « You are small, but you are sharp and bright, and the Court loved you. They see in you a fire and a purity. You could be Lady of Thieves if you choose your battles wisely.

He’s confuses and hurt. He truly believes things can change, which is why he dedicates every waking moment to the cause. It is his dream, his obsession. And he is willing to pay any price for it. He would march to the gates of hell itself if it was asked of him. It’s one of the things that I find most admirable—and terrifying—about him.

Take it then, Votre Altesse. » I thrust the tiara at him. « But know this : If anything happens to Ettie, I’ll come for you. No matter where you are, I’ll find you. Nothing will keep you safe from me. Not the high walls of your palace, the number of your guards, or the riches of your parents. I’m the Black Cat of the Thieves Guild. There’s nowhere I can’t enter. I’ll come for you in the night, and I’ll cut out your tongue so you can’t cry for help. I’ll cut you open so you bleed slowly, and I’ll leave you to die just as you lived—all alone in your beautiful golden palace.

I’ll do worse if you ever again presume to tell us we belong to you. We are the Wretched. We belong to no one but our Fathers. You and your kind may rule over most things in this land, but you do not rule over us. 

 I need you. [...] Don’t you see, Black Cat ? Together, we’re going to change the world.

Justice is a fire that rages through your bones. The Law hangs upon your heart like a burden.

My laughter carries on the wind, curling around them, caressing their skin like a kiss, before I am completely gone.

“He is the hunting song calling through the night.

The broken boy beneath the lash.

It ends where it begins.

It begins with him.”