“Why were all his fantasies so calamitous for that table, which had done him no injury?” — Scott Lynch Copy Share Image
“That's a sweet piece," said Jean, briefly forgetting to be aggravated. "You didn't snatch that off a street." "No," said Locke, before… — Scott Lynch Copy Share Image
“A troupe learns to play like we all learn to screw, stumbling and jostling until everything's finally in the right place.” — Scott Lynch Copy Share Image
“I trust my points are noted... Very noted... Received, recognized, and duly considered with the utmost gravity. Sealed, notarized, and firmly imprinted… — Scott Lynch Copy Share Image
“Can you imagine those poor bastards grappling their prey, leaping over the rails, swords in hand, screaming 'Your cats! Give us all… — Scott Lynch Copy Share Image
“Fuck damn ,” said Conté, totally unable to help himself when the sums involved vanished over his mental horizon. “Beg pardon, Doña… — Scott Lynch Copy Share Image
“Locke sighed. 'So this is winning,' he said. 'It is,' replied Jean. 'It can go fuck itself,' said Locke.” — Scott Lynch Copy Share Image
“Mizzenmast,” bellowed Caldris, and Locke and Jean both fetched up short, breathing heavily. “Ship doesn’t bloody have one,” said Locke. “Just foremast… — Scott Lynch Copy Share Image
“Jean," Locke gasped out during a brief lull between spasms of retching, "next time I conceive a plan like this, consider putting… — Scott Lynch Copy Share Image
“Good. Well. Shit." Locke rubbed his gloved hands together. "I guess that's that. I'm all out of rhetorical flourishes.” — Scott Lynch Copy Share Image
“Find your happy faces, Gentlefucker Bastards, it's a bright new day and we get to start it EARLY!” — Scott Lynch Copy Share Image
“In a fair fight, the don's man would almost certainly paint the walls with Locke and Calo's blood, so it stood to… — Scott Lynch Copy Share Image
“If you're going to live here, staying civil is as much a duty as sitting the steps or washing dishes. Now, while… — Scott Lynch Copy Share Image
“You want a lesson, boy? If you find yourself being born, climb back in as quick as you can, because life's a… — Scott Lynch Copy Share Image
“What do you do,' said Jean, 'with, ah, "ungifted" children when you have them?' 'Cherish them and raise them, you imbecile. Most… — Scott Lynch Copy Share Image
“Live snakes? ' said one of the scribes. 'You mean-' 'Yeah,' said Locke. 'They've got scales, they slither around - snakes. Keep… — Scott Lynch Copy Share Image
“I keep asking myself," whispered Sabetha, giving Locke's arm a squeeze, "ARE we smarter than that woman's chicken?" "At the moment, it's… — Scott Lynch Copy Share Image
“The fact Locke didn't die instantly may be taken as proof that a human male can survive having every last warm drop… — Scott Lynch Copy Share Image
“Sweat, scalded meat, puke, blood, smoke and a dozen kinds of bad ale and wine: the bouquet of civilized nightlife” — Scott Lynch Copy Share Image
“What kind of knife is this?” Locke held a rounded buttering utensil up for Chains’ inspection. “It’s all wrong. You couldn’t kill… — Scott Lynch Copy Share Image
“... and you're the son of his youngest. He has no other children. Oh, your father's dead, by the way. Fell off… — 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
