Jesper knocked his head against the hull and cast his eyes heavenward. “Fine. But if Pekka Rollins kills us all, I’m going to get Wylan’s ghost to teach my ghost how to play the flute just so that I can annoy the hell out of your ghost.”
Brekker’s lips quirked. “I’ll just hire Matthias’ ghost to kick your ghost’s ass.”
“My ghost won’t associate with your ghost,” Matthias said primly, and then wondered if the sea air was rotting his brain.
My name’s Hawkeye! I never learned how to miss!My name is… Madame Natasha… but you… can call me The Black Widow! / Do you know what it’s like to be unmade?You know that I do. / This is just like Budapest all over again.You and I remember Budapest very differently. / If it’s the last thing I’ll do on Earth… I’ll make it something good.I get it. New look, new attitude. You think you need to do this on your own. But you don’t. / I’m not Hawkeye anymore. …It seems to know the Black Widow is to die!