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Kaz reached into his coat pocket. "Here," he said and handed Jesper a slender book with an elaborate cover."Are we going to read to each other?""Just flip it open to the back."Jesper opened the book and peered at the last page, puzzled. "So?""Hold it up so we don't have to look at your ugly face.""My face has character. Besides - oh!""An excellent read, isn't it?""Who knew I had a taste for literature?

Have any of you wondered what I did with all the cash Pekka Rollins gave us?""Guns?" asked Jesper."Ships?" queried Inej."Bombs?" suggested Wylan. "Political bribes?" offered Nina. They all looked at Matthias. "This is where you tell us how awful we are," she whispered.

Jesper: __f Pekka Rollins kills us all, I__ going to get Wylan__ ghost to teach my ghost how to play the flute just so that I can annoy the hell out of your ghost.__az: ____l just hire Matthias_ ghost to kick your ghost__ ass.__atthias: __y ghost won__ associate with your ghost.

Jesper knocked his head against the hull and cast his eyes heavenward. __ine. But if Pekka Rollins kills us all, I__ going to get Wylan__ ghost to teach my ghost how to play the flute just so that I can annoy the hell out of your ghost.__rekker__ lips quirked. ____l just hire Matthias_ ghost to kick your ghost__ ass.___y ghost won__ associate with your ghost,_ Matthias said primly, and then wondered if the sea air was rotting his brain.

When we get our money, you can burn kruge to keep you warm.""I'm going to pay someone to burn my kruge for me.""Why don't you pay someone else to pay someone to burn your kruge for you? That's what the big players do.