American English Young Adult Female Narrator, Various Character Voices
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EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
North American (General) North American (US General American - GenAM) North American (US Mid-Atlantic)Transcript
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Usually he liked the quiet. In fact, he would have happily sewn most people's lips shut. But when she wanted to and that had a way of making you feel her silence. It tugged at your edges. Caz managed to endure it all the way past the iron railings of bridge. The grating covered in little bits of rope tied in elaborate knots, sailors prayers for safe return from sea, superstitious. Rough. Finally he gave in and said, spit it out already. Her voice came from the dark. You didn't send anyone to be. Why would I if gels doesn't get there in time? No one's setting fires at 19. I heard the siren a happy accident. I take inspiration where I find it. You were a bluffing. Then she was never in danger. Cash shrugged. Unwilling to give her an answer. And Naj was always trying to wring little bits of decency from him. When everyone knows you're a monster, you needn't waste time doing every monstrous thing. Why did you even agree to the me if you knew it was a setup? She was somewhere to the right of him moving without a sound. He'd heard other members of the gang say she moved like a cat, but he suspected cats would sit attentively at her feet to learn her methods. I'd call the night a success. He said, wouldn't you? You were nearly killed? So was Jesper Gs emptied the black tips, coffers paying useless bribes. We've added a traitor, reestablished our claim on Fifth Harbor and I don't have a scratch on me. It was a good night. How long have you known about the blogger? Weeks? We're going to be short staffed. That reminds me, let Raja go. Why? There's no one like him at the tables. Lots of sobs know their way around. A deck of cards. Raja is a little too quick. He's skimming. He's a good dealer and he has a family to provide for. You could give him a warning, take a finger. Then he wouldn't be a good dealer anymore. Would he? When a dealer was caught skimming money from a gambling hall, the floor boss would cut off one of his pinky fingers. It was one of those ridiculous punishments that had somehow become codified in the gangs. It threw off the skimmer's balance, forced him to relearn his shuffle and showed any future employer that he had to be watched, but it also made him clumsy at the tables. It meant he was focusing on simple things like the mechanics of the deal instead of watching the players. Caz couldn't see Yanes face in the dark, but he sensed her disapproval. Greed is your God cas. He almost laughed at that. No, in Esh greed bows to me. It is my servant and my lover. And what God do you serve then, whichever will grant me good fortune. I don't think God's worked that way. I don't think I care. She blew out an exasperated breath despite everything she'd been through and NAJ still believed her soly. Saints were watching over her. Caz knew it and for some reason he loved to rile her. He wished he could read her expression. Now, there was always something so satisfying about the little furrow between her black brows. How did you know I would get to Van do in time? She asked because you always do. You should have given me more warning. I thought your saints would appreciate the challenge for a while. She said nothing. Then from somewhere behind him, he heard her men mock the gods until they need them. Caz he didn't see her go, only sensed her absence. Caz gave an irritated shake of his head to say he trusted in NAJ would be stretching the point, but he could admit to himself that he'd come to rely on her. It had been a gut decision to pay off her indenture with the Nari and it had cost the drags sorely per Hassel had needed convincing. But in was one of the best investments Caz had ever made that she was so very good at remaining unseen, made her an excellent thief of secrets the best in barrel. But the fact that she could simply erase herself bothered him, she didn't even have a scent. All people carried scents and those scents told stories, the hint of carbolic on a woman's fingers or wood smoke in her hair, the wet wool of a man's suit or the tinge of gunpowder lingering in his shirt cuffs, but not enough. She had somehow mastered invisibility. She was a valuable asset. So why couldn't she just do her job and spare him? Her moods suddenly, Caz knew he wasn't alone. He paused listening. He'd got through a tight alley split by a murky canal. There were no street lamps here and little foot traffic. Nothing but the bright moon and the small boats bumping against their moorings. He dropped his guard and let his mind give into distraction. A man's dark shape appeared at the head of the alley. What business?