In the glass burrow beneath their feet, the flames began to rise. First the flames, and then the screams — Scott Lynch Copy Share Image
Crooked Warden, I will fear no darkness for the night is yours," muttered Locke, pointing the first two fingers of his left… — Scott Lynch Copy Share Image
“Please, boy. Let’s not start out with either of us insulting the other’s intelligence. There are only three people in life you can never… — Scott Lynch Copy Share Image
“Gentlemen Bastards." hissed Locke, "do not abandon one another, and we do not run when we owe vengeance.” — Scott Lynch Copy Share Image
“Ha! Yes. When anyone tells you habits die hard, Locke, they’re lying—it seems they never die at all.” — Scott Lynch Copy Share Image
“ESPARA, FORMERLY a seat of prestige only one step below Therim Pel itself, had descended from its imperial years the way some men and… — Scott Lynch Copy Share Image
Advice,' Doña Vorchenza chuckled. 'Advice. The years play a sort of alchemical trick, transmuting one's mutterings to a state of respectability. Give advice at… — Scott Lynch Copy Share Image
“Ibelius," said Jean. "If what Locke is doing were lurking about, corpses could be acrobats.” — Scott Lynch Copy Share Image
“What an interesting choice of words. “Not real, and never were.” Could there be any more appropriate literature for men of our profession? Why… — Scott Lynch Copy Share Image
“Why were all his fantasies so calamitous for that table, which had done him no injury?” — Scott Lynch Copy Share Image
“I more proudly take a speck from a man with empty pockets,” said Sabetha, “than riches from a man whose purse stays heavy.” — Scott Lynch Copy Share Image
“He was bewildered at how quickly he had escaped his old life and fallen into this new one with strangely pleasant crazy people.” — Scott Lynch Copy Share Image
I think piracy is a bit like drinking. You want to stay out all night doing it, you pay the price the next day. — Scott Lynch Copy Share Image
