HOUSE OF GHOSTS (a shadow and bone fic)
THE GHOSTS ARE COMING.
The girl used to whisper to her brother about ghosts when she was very little, curled into whatever corner she’d found or whatever high place she’d climbed. The ghosts are coming, she would say, the ghosts are coming to get us.
The ghosts knew that Kaz and Klára Brekker hadn’t always been their names. Klára had been too little to remember how the disaster began. Perhaps the beginning didn’t matter. She knew the ending well enough. In the city of Ketterdam, on the island of Kerch, in those dark and bleeding alleyways they called home, her brother made a name for themselves.
He became Dirtyhands and she became his shadow, his silhouette, never far behind, always in his line of sight.
The ghosts saw them through the wildest troubles Klára got them into, the bloodiest schemes Kaz got them out of. As Kaz built his empire and plotted his revenge, thirteen year old Klára was busy scouting or running messages for the Dregs, or making mischief as a pickpocket with a tendency to exhaust her older brother.
The ghosts kept watching — foretelling, and the Brekker siblings could never escape them.
But no matter what the ghosts said, Kaz told her that fate didn’t bother with people like them. Fate didn’t matter. Saints did not exist. They were the bastards of the Barrel. She took these things as truth; she always did whenever he spoke. But when Dirtyhands takes on a new job, unaware that it will change everything, Klára has to learn that it will take more than a bloody scheme to survive…